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 Oman and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Masters at Work to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Marine Girls,
Smog,
Los Fastidios,
Second Layer,
Leonard Cohen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Howard Jones,
Pole,
Moebius,
Graham Central Station,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerri Chandler,
Ponytail,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kas Product,
Fugazi,
Silicon Teens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cameo,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Sherman,
Gong,
The Kinks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Janne Schatter,
Slave,
Morten Harket,
Khruangbin,
Rosa Yemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Rakim,
the Swans,
The Mummies,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erykah Badu,
Letta Mbulu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agent Orange,
Black Sheep,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vainqueur,
the Bar-Kays,
Ituana,
Alton Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anthony Braxton,
Warsaw,
Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dark Day,
Technova,
Organ,
Robert Görl,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry's Kids,
Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
David Axelrod,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.