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 Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Liliput,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fad Gadget,
Ultra Naté,
Fat Boys,
Nirvana,
Newcleus,
Japan,
The Last Poets,
Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Almond,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
Arab on Radar,
Albert Ayler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bad Manners,
The Techniques,
Sound Behaviour,
Jawbox,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Parrish,
Whodini,
H. Thieme,
Essential Logic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Idris Muhammad,
China Crisis,
Brick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Radio Birdman,
Jacob Miller,
Moebius,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Enemy,
JFA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Isaac Hayes,
La Düsseldorf,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Sister Nancy,
Index,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.