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 Iceland and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Simply Red to the crunk 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Smog,
Mad Mike,
Brick,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young,
The Sonics,
Mantronix,
Buzzcocks,
Fad Gadget,
The Smoke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Leaves,
Yazoo,
The Cure,
Ronan,
Rod Modell,
Mission of Burma,
Roxette,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barrington Levy,
Aloha Tigers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
FM Einheit,
Anthony Braxton,
Section 25,
Dark Day,
The Toasters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lower 48,
Guru Guru,
Dorothy Ashby,
UT,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Style,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang of Four,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harmonia,
Television,
Derrick Morgan,
Fat Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Nirvana,
Neu!,
Ponytail,
Quadrant,
Chris Corsano,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.