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 Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Joey Negro to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minny Pops,
Television Personalities,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barbara Tucker,
Graham Central Station,
The Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Sherman,
Shuggie Otis,
Stereo Dub,
The Blackbyrds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wasted Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Golliwogs,
Franke,
The Stooges,
Liliput,
Glenn Branca,
Mandrill,
Althea and Donna,
T. Rex,
Robert Görl,
LL Cool J,
Mars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Symarip,
Rapeman,
Whodini,
Outsiders,
The Angels of Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
F. McDonald,
The Moody Blues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fat Boys,
Technova,
Todd Rundgren,
La Düsseldorf,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantaleimon,
Rites of Spring,
World's Most,
Mary Jane Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barry Ungar,
Joyce Sims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scrapy,
Pussy Galore,
The Gun Club,
Guru Guru,
Juan Atkins,
Black Flag,
The Doors,
Make Up,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.