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 Afghanistan 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultravox to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donny Hathaway,
David Bowie,
Fatback Band,
Marmalade,
Young Marble Giants,
Schoolly D,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pylon,
The Durutti Column,
B.T. Express,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bob Dylan,
Jawbox,
Quando Quango,
ABC,
Das Ding,
Sam Rivers,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Terry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lyres,
The Remains,
Lakeside,
The Grass Roots,
Accadde A,
Soulsonic Force,
Crime,
The Real Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker,
This Heat,
Joe Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Quadrant,
Lindisfarne,
Kurtis Blow,
Goldenarms,
Panda Bear,
The J.B.'s,
The Barracudas,
Agent Orange,
Anakelly,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Carl Craig,
Flipper,
Franke,
Patti Smith,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.