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 Spain 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Tubeway Army to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fela Kuti,
Minnie Riperton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Sherman,
Anthony Braxton,
Sound Behaviour,
Ituana,
Stetsasonic,
Funkadelic,
Brand Nubian,
The Gun Club,
Suicide,
David Axelrod,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Golliwogs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wire,
the Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Cal Tjader,
Byron Stingily,
Zapp,
The Wake,
Joe Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
the Normal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slick Rick,
Nick Fraelich,
Maleditus Sound,
Faraquet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fat Boys,
Symarip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Soul II Soul,
Scion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terry Callier,
The Music Machine,
Jawbox,
Godley & Creme,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Eurythmics,
Bluetip,
Loose Ends,
Section 25,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
Radiohead,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Albert Ayler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
KRS-One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Womack,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.