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 Guyana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Big Daddy Kane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boredoms,
Arcadia,
OOIOO,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alphaville,
Pagans,
Public Enemy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Magma,
Patti Smith,
Monks,
Ronan,
The Gap Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Normal,
Sugar Minott,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Green,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Dolphy,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Teasers,
Iggy Pop,
Anakelly,
Shoche,
Niagra,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Cluster,
Aloha Tigers,
Livin' Joy,
Moby Grape,
The Cowsills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
U.S. Maple,
Japan,
Rekid,
JFA,
Sonic Youth,
T. Rex,
Hoover,
Faraquet,
Moss Icon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gladiators,
Icehouse,
FM Einheit,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skaos,
The Angels of Light,
Pole,
Alton Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
The Last Poets,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.