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 Swaziland and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Trojans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Loose Ends,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Enemy,
Negative Approach,
Sam Rivers,
The Slits,
Roxette,
Davy DMX,
Kayak,
The Busters,
Tommy Roe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Lynne,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris & Cosey,
Joyce Sims,
Panda Bear,
Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Icehouse,
The Tremeloes,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultra Naté,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Hood,
Derrick May,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-102,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang On A Can,
New Age Steppers,
The Walker Brothers,
Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultravox,
Radiohead,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cal Tjader,
Brothers Johnson,
Ohio Players,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Massinfluence,
Eddi Front,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Supertramp,
Banda Bassotti,
The Angels of Light,
Black Flag,
The Seeds,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.