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 Tuvalu and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Roxette to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna 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?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Silicon Teens,
Bush Tetras,
Grauzone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James White and The Blacks,
Hoover,
The Litter,
Jeff Lynne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joy Division,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gap Band,
Unwound,
The Mojo Men,
Pagans,
Fat Boys,
T. Rex,
Chris & Cosey,
Rotary Connection,
Zero Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MC5,
Judy Mowatt,
Donald Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Parrish,
Nirvana,
Ossler,
Kurtis Blow,
Essential Logic,
Alice Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
One Last Wish,
Charles Mingus,
The Wake,
Scott Walker,
The Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Y Pants,
The Modern Lovers,
Saccharine Trust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Circle Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Connie Case,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lindisfarne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.