Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahamas and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kool Moe Dee to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Evens. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Names,
48th St. Collective,
Delta 5,
Deakin,
Mr. Review,
Peter and Kerry,
Depeche Mode,
Vladislav Delay,
Underground Resistance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Letta Mbulu,
Scion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Jeff Lynne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flash Fearless,
David Axelrod,
Adolescents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Moon,
Scan 7,
Josef K,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gastr Del Sol,
Half Japanese,
Q and Not U,
Con Funk Shun,
JFA,
DJ Sneak,
Model 500,
Vainqueur,
Radiohead,
The Red Krayola,
Reuben Wilson,
Royal Trux,
Mad Mike,
The Gladiators,
Maleditus Sound,
Grauzone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Little Man,
X-102,
The Knickerbockers,
Barry Ungar,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Bowie,
The Remains,
The Fall,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.