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 Vietnam and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Portland and London.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zero Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Danielle Patucci,
Albert Ayler,
Deadbeat,
The Dead C,
Visage,
Susan Cadogan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
kango's stein massive,
Dark Day,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Terry,
Wally Richardson,
Television,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Hill,
Sandy B,
The Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anthony Braxton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Connie Case,
Kaleidoscope,
Kenny Larkin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harmonia,
The Tremeloes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bronski Beat,
The Skatalites,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Flag,
the Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
Qualms,
The Young Rascals,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June Days,
Reagan Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Smog,
The Five Americans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Al Stewart,
Livin' Joy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Absolute Body Control,
Mo-Dettes,
The Trojans,
Lou Christie,
Althea and Donna,
Skriet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blues Magoos,
Scientists,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.