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 Cambodia and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Carl Craig to the rock 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Parry Music,
Rod Modell,
Eric Copeland,
The Remains,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Martian,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Freddie Wadling,
The Last Poets,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delta 5,
the Normal,
the Human League,
Byron Stingily,
The Gun Club,
Tubeway Army,
The Buckinghams,
MDC,
Alice Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Althea and Donna,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sixth Finger,
B.T. Express,
Pagans,
The Grass Roots,
Wings,
Silicon Teens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donny Hathaway,
10cc,
Absolute Body Control,
Smog,
Excepter,
Zero Boys,
Deakin,
Alphaville,
Radiohead,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David McCallum,
Ohio Players,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harmonia,
The Gories,
Dave Gahan,
Quando Quango,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cymande,
Tim Buckley,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Little Man,
Nico,
Charles Mingus,
Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Basic Channel,
X-Ray Spex,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.