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 Spain and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Sun City Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Quantec,
Skriet,
The Buckinghams,
Clear Light,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Babytalk,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlback,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül II,
Mr. Review,
Television Personalities,
Mandrill,
The J.B.'s,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Clarke,
Gabor Szabo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Motorama,
ABC,
Wally Richardson,
Khruangbin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The New Christs,
The Stooges,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gladiators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thee Headcoats,
PIL,
Pantaleimon,
Wire,
Cymande,
Stereo Dub,
Aaron Thompson,
Trumans Water,
David Bowie,
The Barracudas,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
Zero Boys,
R.M.O.,
EPMD,
Morten Harket,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Terry,
B.T. Express,
Ponytail,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
Harry Pussy,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.