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 Djibouti and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Circle Jerks,
Pantytec,
the Germs,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
Eric Copeland,
Wings,
Slick Rick,
Joey Negro,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pagans,
Crash Course in Science,
cv313,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Golliwogs,
Swell Maps,
Scion,
Y Pants,
Piero Umiliani,
John Holt,
Radiohead,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Danielle Patucci,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warren Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Qualms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quadrant,
Iggy Pop,
Crooked Eye,
Rosa Yemen,
Angry Samoans,
The Saints,
Nick Fraelich,
Camouflage,
Theoretical Girls,
Ohio Players,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Au Pairs,
Stiv Bators,
Lucky Dragons,
Monolake,
UT,
Sex Pistols,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bauhaus,
Skarface,
Harmonia,
Audionom,
Yaz,
Magma,
Arcadia,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.