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 Belarus and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Walker Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Ornette Coleman,
Minutemen,
The Smoke,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Godley & Creme,
New Order,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Sneak,
Yaz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
E-Dancer,
The Last Poets,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rod Modell,
Sparks,
Rosa Yemen,
Ponytail,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fear,
John Lydon,
Tubeway Army,
Glenn Branca,
The Real Kids,
cv313,
Pole,
Q and Not U,
Ossler,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
Mission of Burma,
The Litter,
Infiniti,
Vainqueur,
The Music Machine,
The Red Krayola,
One Last Wish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Alarm Clocks,
48th St. Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Siglo XX,
Los Fastidios,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nico,
The Moleskins,
Sixth Finger,
Average White Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Index,
The Saints,
D'Angelo,
Bad Manners,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Animal Collective,
Kas Product,
The Tremeloes,
Scan 7,
Joyce Sims,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.