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 Bahrain and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minutemen 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Cal Tjader,
Warren Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Banda Bassotti,
Quadrant,
Chris Corsano,
Jacques Brel,
Blake Baxter,
Ice-T,
Fear,
Don Cherry,
T. Rex,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül II,
The Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Al Stewart,
MC5,
The Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Henry Cow,
Royal Trux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Severed Heads,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Standells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Charles Mingus,
The Young Rascals,
Reagan Youth,
Ituana,
ABC,
Ornette Coleman,
E-Dancer,
Skarface,
Maleditus Sound,
Joy Division,
La Düsseldorf,
Sight & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Mars,
Donald Byrd,
LL Cool J,
Inner City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gories,
Fluxion,
Arcadia,
Guru Guru,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry's Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.