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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
June Days,
Ituana,
Dave Gahan,
The Blues Magoos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Main Source,
Wolf Eyes,
Severed Heads,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Charles Mingus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tim Buckley,
Little Man,
Duran Duran,
E-Dancer,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ohio Players,
Sun City Girls,
Tomorrow,
The Gories,
The Knickerbockers,
Can,
FM Einheit,
Masters at Work,
Sister Nancy,
Intrusion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronnie Foster,
Sight & Sound,
Joey Negro,
Trumans Water,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hashim,
Excepter,
Minutemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Bush Tetras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
The Remains,
Scott Walker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
10cc,
Jeff Mills,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Khruangbin,
Buzzcocks,
The Fortunes,
Scan 7,
The Selecter,
Bluetip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gabor Szabo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.