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 Iran and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Silicon Teens to the grime 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Ice-T,
Gong,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Archie Shepp,
Negative Approach,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Whodini,
Supertramp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Don Cherry,
Goldenarms,
The Cowsills,
Lucky Dragons,
Con Funk Shun,
Talk Talk,
The Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mandrill,
Deadbeat,
Scion,
Gichy Dan,
Clear Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Golliwogs,
Quadrant,
Joey Negro,
The Knickerbockers,
The Raincoats,
Interpol,
The Dead C,
The Toasters,
Warren Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Ponytail,
Dennis Brown,
Malaria!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry's Kids,
Motorama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABBA,
Robert Hood,
Silicon Teens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Inner City,
The Monks,
Crime,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q65,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moby Grape,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.