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 Brunei and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cheater Slicks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Deepchord,
The Busters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Outsiders,
Minnie Riperton,
Animal Collective,
Das Ding,
Kerrie Biddell,
Little Man,
The Music Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Lynne,
Faust,
Letta Mbulu,
Television,
Cal Tjader,
Dennis Brown,
Juan Atkins,
Alton Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Oblivians,
Brick,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Sherman,
Main Source,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aswad,
The Gories,
The Moleskins,
Scratch Acid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Depeche Mode,
Lalann,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Byrd,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hashim,
Scott Walker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gladiators,
The Angels of Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warsaw,
Audionom,
Adolescents,
Banda Bassotti,
Bauhaus,
Isaac Hayes,
Scion,
cv313,
Anthony Braxton,
Oneida,
The Divine Comedy,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Mills,
Godley & Creme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bob Dylan,
Angry Samoans,
David McCallum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.