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 Equatorial Guinea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the dance 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Sun Ra,
Country Teasers,
Essential Logic,
Bill Wells,
Panda Bear,
Japan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Duran Duran,
Freddie Wadling,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Jeru the Damaja,
H. Thieme,
10cc,
Khruangbin,
John Lydon,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül,
The Durutti Column,
Yusef Lateef,
Youth Brigade,
Mars,
F. McDonald,
The Techniques,
Archie Shepp,
The Offenders,
Cluster,
Cybotron,
The Moleskins,
L. Decosne,
The Standells,
Sparks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cowsills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantytec,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fatback Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare,
Infiniti,
Aaron Thompson,
Inner City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Circle Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
kango's stein massive,
Eden Ahbez,
Alison Limerick,
Scrapy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Smooth,
T. Rex,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monks,
Altered Images,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.