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 Russia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Chris Corsano to the disco 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moss Icon,
Roxy Music,
Funkadelic,
Ralphi Rosario,
The J.B.'s,
The Pop Group,
Rites of Spring,
Pantaleimon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sister Nancy,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agitation Free,
The Stooges,
The Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Funky Four + One,
Quando Quango,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deepchord,
Neil Young,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
The Cramps,
Barrington Levy,
The Red Krayola,
Terry Callier,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Holt,
Archie Shepp,
Ohio Players,
Smog,
The Gories,
Blossom Toes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Tremeloes,
Shuggie Otis,
Chrome,
Drexciya,
Delta 5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare,
Soft Machine,
Ten City,
Rapeman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Simply Red,
The Toasters,
the Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Glenn Branca,
CMW,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Byron Stingily,
Howard Jones,
Sonic Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.