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 Uzbekistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Brass Construction,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Hill,
Scion,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris & Cosey,
Mantronix,
Skarface,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Royal Trux,
Boz Scaggs,
La Düsseldorf,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blues Magoos,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Near,
Unrelated Segments,
Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cure,
Grey Daturas,
The Last Poets,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Theoretical Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Max Romeo,
Country Teasers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Saints,
Babytalk,
Alphaville,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lakeside,
Marshall Jefferson,
PIL,
Sex Pistols,
Bush Tetras,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Audionom,
Sound Behaviour,
Technova,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Youth Brigade,
Little Man,
The Knickerbockers,
Ice-T,
Metal Thangz,
Lightning Bolt,
F. McDonald,
Average White Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gichy Dan,
Skriet,
Bad Manners,
Ohio Players,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.