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 Eritrea and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Erykah Badu to the funk 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maurizio,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Names,
Joe Smooth,
Nirvana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Marcia Griffiths,
H. Thieme,
Livin' Joy,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Average White Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Rundgren,
Q65,
The Smiths,
Duran Duran,
The Moody Blues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monks,
Half Japanese,
Bauhaus,
Jacob Miller,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camberwell Now,
China Crisis,
Y Pants,
Drexciya,
The Gap Band,
Ice-T,
Delta 5,
The Blues Magoos,
Little Man,
Brick,
Clear Light,
The Mojo Men,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sex Pistols,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Sherman,
David McCallum,
ABBA,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
Bobby Womack,
The Smoke,
The Litter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Youth Brigade,
The Divine Comedy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Coltrane,
Symarip,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül,
Donald Byrd,
Erasure,
Chris Corsano,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.