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 Philippines and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Jerry's Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Gladiators,
New York Dolls,
Ten City,
Bush Tetras,
Pantaleimon,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Residents,
Duran Duran,
David Axelrod,
Chris & Cosey,
The Neon Judgement,
Deakin,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Terry,
Bill Wells,
Ponytail,
Pole,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mr. Review,
Panda Bear,
The Kinks,
The Selecter,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Hood,
Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Accadde A,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kaleidoscope,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joyce Sims,
Pere Ubu,
This Heat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pulsallama,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Golliwogs,
Average White Band,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed,
The Knickerbockers,
These Immortal Souls,
Zapp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
a-ha,
Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suicide,
Subhumans,
Terry Callier,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.