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 Panama and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Theoretical Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Martian,
The Leaves,
The American Breed,
Cluster,
Urselle,
Goldenarms,
Ultra Naté,
Connie Case,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neu!,
Brick,
The Victims,
Mr. Review,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tim Buckley,
The Dirtbombs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sex Pistols,
Moss Icon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Judy Mowatt,
Aswad,
Joe Finger,
Talk Talk,
Bill Near,
The Angels of Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Make Up,
Danielle Patucci,
Bob Dylan,
The Index,
Inner City,
Mars,
James White and The Blacks,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Clarke,
Flipper,
E-Dancer,
Youth Brigade,
Terrestrial Tones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gap Band,
R.M.O.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Hill,
Visage,
Section 25,
Dark Day,
PIL,
The Five Americans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delta 5,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Wells,
The Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Animal Collective,
Q and Not U,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.