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 Angola and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 The Tremeloes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Carl Craig,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moebius,
The Young Rascals,
The Fugs,
Thee Headcoats,
John Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dennis Brown,
The Names,
Smog,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donny Hathaway,
The Flesh Eaters,
Popol Vuh,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiohead,
Lakeside,
Blancmange,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker,
Arcadia,
The Pop Group,
Wings,
Magazine,
EPMD,
Barry Ungar,
Anakelly,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
Godley & Creme,
the Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
B.T. Express,
Ice-T,
Mr. Review,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Silicon Teens,
Siglo XX,
The Monochrome Set,
Qualms,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül II,
Barbara Tucker,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy Collins,
David Axelrod,
Arthur Verocai,
Bronski Beat,
Janne Schatter,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.