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 Finland and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wasted Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Mandrill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camberwell Now,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
Rotary Connection,
Glambeats Corp.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eve St. Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Duran Duran,
Eric Copeland,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Animal Collective,
Liliput,
Arcadia,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fugazi,
David Bowie,
The Searchers,
Carl Craig,
The Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Average White Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker,
Nils Olav,
Dennis Brown,
T.S.O.L.,
Harmonia,
Intrusion,
Jacques Brel,
Goldenarms,
Spandau Ballet,
Scientists,
Chris & Cosey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Christie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joy Division,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed,
The Gap Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Heaven 17,
Agitation Free,
Angry Samoans,
The Techniques,
Piero Umiliani,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.