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 Uganda and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grime 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eurythmics,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick May,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Sneak,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fatback Band,
Sarah Menescal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funky Four + One,
New Age Steppers,
Chrome,
Man Parrish,
The Doors,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aaron Thompson,
Anakelly,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
R.M.O.,
Scrapy,
Au Pairs,
The Smiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Zapp,
Los Fastidios,
T.S.O.L.,
Suicide,
Model 500,
Symarip,
Maurizio,
Royal Trux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxette,
Bush Tetras,
Gregory Isaacs,
World's Most,
Talk Talk,
Spandau Ballet,
Eden Ahbez,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker,
Liliput,
Iggy Pop,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Walker Brothers,
Dark Day,
The Kinks,
The Music Machine,
Rod Modell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultravox,
Sight & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Blossom Toes,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.