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 Luxembourg and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arthur Verocai,
Kurtis Blow,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ituana,
The New Christs,
John Foxx,
Max Romeo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hot Snakes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Birthday Party,
Dennis Brown,
The Trojans,
Babytalk,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
Bush Tetras,
Jacob Miller,
Cymande,
New York Dolls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
The Gun Club,
Jeru the Damaja,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fall,
AZ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Osbourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sex Pistols,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers,
Goldenarms,
Delta 5,
the Slits,
Lungfish,
Accadde A,
Oneida,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unwound,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Sneak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Severed Heads,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cosmic Jokers,
JFA,
F. McDonald,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.