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 Antigua and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Leonard Cohen,
The Knickerbockers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Funkadelic,
Soft Machine,
Pagans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sex Pistols,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Symarip,
Nick Fraelich,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Parry Music,
Nico,
The Tremeloes,
Harmonia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Accadde A,
Quadrant,
Japan,
Interpol,
Scott Walker,
Sarah Menescal,
Buzzcocks,
Ken Boothe,
Babytalk,
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mandrill,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy Collins,
Boredoms,
Von Mondo,
Black Pus,
Porter Ricks,
Warren Ellis,
AZ,
Public Enemy,
Make Up,
Sparks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pretty Things,
Guru Guru,
The Birthday Party,
Main Source,
OOIOO,
The Happenings,
Mantronix,
Shoche,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Inner City,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.