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 Austria and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
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 arpeggiator 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 World's Most to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Subhumans,
Alphaville,
Lindisfarne,
Wings,
The Names,
Junior Murvin,
Janne Schatter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang of Four,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Niagra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Lydon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
B.T. Express,
Barbara Tucker,
T. Rex,
Anakelly,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June of 44,
Fat Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aswad,
The Buckinghams,
Max Romeo,
Ronan,
Peter & Gordon,
Pole,
Monks,
Pantytec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Smog,
Reagan Youth,
The Fugs,
Jacques Brel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visage,
Cal Tjader,
Unwound,
James White and The Blacks,
Hoover,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
Jerry's Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Blossom Toes,
10cc,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.