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 Saudi Arabia and from London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
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 marimba 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 Cluster to the punk 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delta 5,
Duran Duran,
China Crisis,
Surgeon,
Gong,
Warren Ellis,
Black Pus,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fuzztones,
The Remains,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moebius,
Scion,
Maleditus Sound,
Adolescents,
Wally Richardson,
Model 500,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Pole,
The Tremeloes,
the Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Dual Sessions,
Slick Rick,
Hoover,
Panda Bear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Kinks,
The Cramps,
Arthur Verocai,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Birthday Party,
Judy Mowatt,
Quadrant,
Marvin Gaye,
Mark Hollis,
Subhumans,
Ice-T,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Minutemen,
Tears for Fears,
The American Breed,
Grey Daturas,
Tom Boy,
H. Thieme,
X-102,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wings,
Pierre Henry,
Scientists,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.