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 Egypt and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donald Fagen 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 David Bowie to the dance 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Isaac Hayes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
U.S. Maple,
The Remains,
The Associates,
The Gladiators,
Yaz,
Josef K,
Avey Tare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
This Heat,
The Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erasure,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boz Scaggs,
Charles Mingus,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed,
Chris & Cosey,
Slave,
Inner City,
Alice Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Organ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Schoolly D,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Black Dice,
Con Funk Shun,
Audionom,
Reagan Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roger Hodgson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swell Maps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Accadde A,
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Throbbing Gristle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visage,
Zero Boys,
Shoche,
A Certain Ratio,
FM Einheit,
Bob Dylan,
L. Decosne,
Ituana,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.