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 Palau and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the techno 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sugar Minott,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Wyatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dennis Brown,
The Skatalites,
Groovy Waters,
Suburban Knight,
The Five Americans,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlback,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The United States of America,
Rapeman,
Supertramp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fuzztones,
Frankie Knuckles,
In Retrospect,
Adolescents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erasure,
Roxette,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
E-Dancer,
Soft Machine,
Ronan,
CMW,
D'Angelo,
Zapp,
Visage,
Q and Not U,
DJ Style,
Nik Kershaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Pierre Henry,
ABC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crooked Eye,
Cameo,
Desert Stars,
Yellowson,
Neu!,
Amazonics,
Pole,
Pantytec,
Hot Snakes,
The Litter,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.