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 Kenya and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
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 arpeggiator 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Knickerbockers,
Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
The Zeros,
Alison Limerick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Hill,
The Busters,
Liliput,
Sight & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
London Community Gospel Choir,
AZ,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hoover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Joyce Sims,
Interpol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Howard Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lakeside,
Deepchord,
H. Thieme,
Duran Duran,
Sandy B,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dark Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerri Chandler,
OOIOO,
Ken Boothe,
The Velvet Underground,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Con Funk Shun,
The Leaves,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gladiators,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
PIL,
X-102,
The Happenings,
Main Source,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
In Retrospect,
Barrington Levy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.