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 Cape Verde and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s.
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 World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Pretty Things,
Country Teasers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Morten Harket,
Ponytail,
The Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Pus,
Minutemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Fluxion,
Tim Buckley,
CMW,
Peter and Kerry,
Cybotron,
Lou Christie,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slave,
The Associates,
Scan 7,
Soft Machine,
Carl Craig,
The Young Rascals,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Hood,
Kurtis Blow,
The Residents,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythm & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
Marvin Gaye,
Yaz,
Model 500,
Prince Buster,
The Kinks,
MDC,
Drexciya,
Radio Birdman,
Bang On A Can,
Pole,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Mills,
Rapeman,
The Music Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
Unwound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Birthday Party,
The Mojo Men,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.