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 Kenya and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Tubeway Army,
The Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
Stereo Dub,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terry Callier,
Bad Manners,
The Gories,
Sonny Sharrock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Desert Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Silicon Teens,
the Germs,
Minny Pops,
Archie Shepp,
Clear Light,
Charles Mingus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Motions,
Neil Young,
The Velvet Underground,
Rotary Connection,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moody Blues,
Don Cherry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Letta Mbulu,
Sight & Sound,
Cameo,
The Monochrome Set,
The Residents,
The Music Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Trumans Water,
The Black Dice,
The Litter,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force,
This Heat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faraquet,
Joey Negro,
Pylon,
Japan,
Quadrant,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
The Toasters,
Man Parrish,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.