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 Benin and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Radiohead to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Moby Grape,
the Association,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mummies,
Althea and Donna,
The Velvet Underground,
Clear Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cluster,
Graham Central Station,
Minny Pops,
Minutemen,
Mars,
Don Cherry,
E-Dancer,
Judy Mowatt,
Sight & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Eddi Front,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed,
Spoonie Gee,
Unwound,
Radio Birdman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Skatalites,
Cheater Slicks,
Prince Buster,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Janne Schatter,
Mark Hollis,
X-Ray Spex,
Fatback Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Theoretical Girls,
Icehouse,
Flash Fearless,
Pulsallama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
a-ha,
Scion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nico,
Lou Christie,
Schoolly D,
The Raincoats,
The Vogues,
Main Source,
Simply Red,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Copeland,
Tommy Roe,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.