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 Greece and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marine Girls to the dance 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy Collins,
Drexciya,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalann,
Dead Boys,
Bang On A Can,
The Tremeloes,
Sun City Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funkadelic,
Arthur Verocai,
The Leaves,
Underground Resistance,
Fluxion,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Teasers,
Janne Schatter,
Idris Muhammad,
Mad Mike,
Davy DMX,
Joey Negro,
D'Angelo,
The Residents,
Colin Newman,
Gang of Four,
the Germs,
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Green,
Young Marble Giants,
Joy Division,
Robert Hood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Red Krayola,
EPMD,
Glenn Branca,
Mark Hollis,
The Gladiators,
The Young Rascals,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Black Dice,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minnie Riperton,
Pole,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Althea and Donna,
X-102,
Interpol,
Albert Ayler,
June Days,
Mantronix,
Lungfish,
Toni Rubio,
Infiniti,
B.T. Express,
Tim Buckley,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.