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 Bangladesh and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Prince Buster to the punk 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Pylon,
Television,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oneida,
Thee Headcoats,
Slick Rick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tubeway Army,
Janne Schatter,
The Music Machine,
John Holt,
LL Cool J,
Bluetip,
ABBA,
The Residents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sarah Menescal,
Accadde A,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonic Youth,
The Invisible,
Mo-Dettes,
Tears for Fears,
Funkadelic,
Freddie Wadling,
The Modern Lovers,
Letta Mbulu,
Ossler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nils Olav,
Los Fastidios,
X-Ray Spex,
The Toasters,
Funky Four + One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Simply Red,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Five Americans,
Underground Resistance,
Trumans Water,
Ultravox,
Nirvana,
Swans,
The American Breed,
Jandek,
The Black Dice,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Subhumans,
Chris & Cosey,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.