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 Malaysia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Detroit Cobras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gong,
The Techniques,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mars,
In Retrospect,
Wolf Eyes,
Yellowson,
Bobby Womack,
Fluxion,
Excepter,
Dual Sessions,
X-102,
Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crooked Eye,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Green,
FM Einheit,
Sixth Finger,
The Monks,
Ituana,
The Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
Yazoo,
Blancmange,
Pole,
Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brass Construction,
The Blackbyrds,
Grey Daturas,
Cameo,
Al Stewart,
The Searchers,
The Fugs,
John Foxx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Near,
Monolake,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doors,
Malaria!,
John Holt,
ABC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
K-Klass,
The Barracudas,
Schoolly D,
the Normal,
Cal Tjader,
Colin Newman,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.