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 Uzbekistan and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 the Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Suicide,
Popol Vuh,
The Motions,
Blossom Toes,
Hashim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Evens,
Michelle Simonal,
The Litter,
a-ha,
Negative Approach,
Freddie Wadling,
Dorothy Ashby,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dual Sessions,
Pole,
MC5,
Leonard Cohen,
Patti Smith,
Babytalk,
X-101,
Lebanon Hanover,
T. Rex,
The Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Al Stewart,
Jawbox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monolake,
JFA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magma,
Anakelly,
The Selecter,
The Barracudas,
Spandau Ballet,
Scion,
AZ,
The Gap Band,
L. Decosne,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pop Group,
Lyres,
Mars,
Skaos,
10cc,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy Collins,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camberwell Now,
The Pretty Things,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.