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 Liechtenstein and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Radiohead to the jazz 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crash Course in Science,
Audionom,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drexciya,
The Durutti Column,
The Music Machine,
Sparks,
The Evens,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Normal,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Byron Stingily,
The Velvet Underground,
48th St. Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
The Smoke,
Lyres,
Delta 5,
Pere Ubu,
Circle Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Masters at Work,
Urselle,
Duran Duran,
Altered Images,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quantec,
the Association,
The J.B.'s,
Chrome,
Yellowson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Womack,
X-Ray Spex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bizarre Inc.,
Inner City,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lakeside,
Grauzone,
The Vogues,
Pulsallama,
Guru Guru,
Alton Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Skarface,
Chris Corsano,
Zapp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cameo,
H. Thieme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.