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 United Kingdom and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Bob Dylan to the dance 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swans,
Adolescents,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cure,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moody Blues,
Tears for Fears,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brick,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Icehouse,
Talk Talk,
The Music Machine,
Skriet,
The Techniques,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spandau Ballet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June Days,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Connie Case,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang On A Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warren Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sarah Menescal,
Jawbox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boz Scaggs,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Sneak,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angry Samoans,
Iggy Pop,
Ossler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pierre Henry,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick Morgan,
Sex Pistols,
the Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
The Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Motorama,
The Human League,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.