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 Colombia and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Hoover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche,
Steve Hackett,
Basic Channel,
Duran Duran,
Juan Atkins,
Pantaleimon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Malaria!,
Theoretical Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neu!,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pop Group,
Swell Maps,
The Evens,
Joy Division,
Brick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sam Rivers,
Erykah Badu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Vogues,
The Happenings,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Style,
Gong,
Rod Modell,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Moon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Motions,
Morten Harket,
Easy Going,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blake Baxter,
Sandy B,
The Wake,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang On A Can,
Barrington Levy,
Buzzcocks,
Sex Pistols,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultra Naté,
Howard Jones,
Inner City,
John Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Trumans Water,
The New Christs,
The Five Americans,
Eric Dolphy,
The Last Poets,
Chris Corsano,
Funkadelic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harpers Bizarre,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.