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 Congo and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Simply Red to the rap 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pylon,
The Stooges,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang On A Can,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry's Kids,
ABC,
Nas,
the Bar-Kays,
The Litter,
The Sonics,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
John Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Mills,
Mars,
Barrington Levy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül,
The Barracudas,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
Henry Cow,
Bob Dylan,
Janne Schatter,
Funkadelic,
Y Pants,
Buzzcocks,
Aswad,
Altered Images,
Piero Umiliani,
Make Up,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
Gong,
The Divine Comedy,
DNA,
UT,
Echospace,
The Techniques,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers,
Suburban Knight,
F. McDonald,
Section 25,
Half Japanese,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Massinfluence,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Germs,
Jawbox,
Quadrant,
Brand Nubian,
David McCallum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.