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 Dominica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 cv313 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mad Mike,
The Doors,
Organ,
Flipper,
The Toasters,
Kayak,
Sun Ra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tropical Tobacco,
Icehouse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heaven 17,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Freddie Wadling,
The Black Dice,
Black Sheep,
Jerry's Kids,
Arcadia,
Qualms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Y Pants,
Skaos,
Ronan,
Yaz,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül,
Chrome,
New Age Steppers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mo-Dettes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Remains,
Whodini,
Agent Orange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hasil Adkins,
Television,
Marine Girls,
Graham Central Station,
The Zeros,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amazonics,
Little Man,
Sun City Girls,
Pylon,
Robert Hood,
The Litter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Byron Stingily,
Barrington Levy,
Marmalade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.