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 San Marino and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 New Age Steppers to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June Days,
Kurtis Blow,
Crime,
Barrington Levy,
Youth Brigade,
The Moleskins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Certain Ratio,
Barry Ungar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Surgeon,
The Trojans,
The American Breed,
Johnny Clarke,
Judy Mowatt,
Henry Cow,
Heaven 17,
Funky Four + One,
MDC,
One Last Wish,
Minor Threat,
The Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Pus,
R.M.O.,
John Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Rufus Thomas,
Donny Hathaway,
Oneida,
Franke,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Raincoats,
Man Parrish,
DNA,
The Modern Lovers,
Icehouse,
Patti Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Index,
The Velvet Underground,
New Order,
Massinfluence,
D'Angelo,
Byron Stingily,
Smog,
Pole,
F. McDonald,
Supertramp,
The Pop Group,
Nas,
Kas Product,
The Misunderstood,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.