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 Israel and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Joe Smooth to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Technova,
the Association,
The Dirtbombs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Zeros,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skaos,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pere Ubu,
Funky Four + One,
Colin Newman,
Marc Almond,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ralphi Rosario,
Section 25,
Second Layer,
June of 44,
The Associates,
Moss Icon,
ABC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sight & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Mills,
The Tremeloes,
The Neon Judgement,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rakim,
The Barracudas,
Fela Kuti,
Sarah Menescal,
Yazoo,
Drive Like Jehu,
China Crisis,
The Searchers,
Deakin,
Chris & Cosey,
Lucky Dragons,
Lindisfarne,
The Techniques,
Blossom Toes,
The Buckinghams,
Minutemen,
Von Mondo,
Amazonics,
Symarip,
MDC,
Lightning Bolt,
Patti Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Byron Stingily,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alphaville,
Al Stewart,
Accadde A,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.