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 Micronesia and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the funk 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pretty Things,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Animal Collective,
The Barracudas,
Gong,
John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Flag,
Average White Band,
Roxy Music,
The Fall,
The Mummies,
Motorama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
This Heat,
Alphaville,
Soulsonic Force,
Newcleus,
Fluxion,
John Coltrane,
Can,
Loose Ends,
Peter and Kerry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eurythmics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nik Kershaw,
The Kinks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arab on Radar,
Whodini,
Donald Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
Quadrant,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blues Magoos,
Audionom,
Bill Wells,
Y Pants,
Livin' Joy,
Altered Images,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Qualms,
The Associates,
Barry Ungar,
Basic Channel,
Judy Mowatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quando Quango,
KRS-One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mandrill,
The Residents,
Sarah Menescal,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.