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 Angola and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Average White Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Nirvana,
Johnny Clarke,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Christie,
Amazonics,
Section 25,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Invisible,
Black Bananas,
Thompson Twins,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cure,
Absolute Body Control,
Zapp,
Das Ding,
Country Joe & The Fish,
These Immortal Souls,
Kayak,
MC5,
Jacques Brel,
Shuggie Otis,
Fela Kuti,
Black Flag,
Aaron Thompson,
The Star Department,
Dead Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Clear Light,
The Misunderstood,
Fear,
Animal Collective,
The Evens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warsaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Real Kids,
The Vogues,
Cal Tjader,
Ludus,
The Saints,
Aural Exciters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maurizio,
10cc,
Pierre Henry,
MDC,
Chris & Cosey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eli Mardock,
Michelle Simonal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Human League,
UT,
Guru Guru,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.