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 Macedonia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 The Motions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Todd Terry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Technova,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glenn Branca,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hashim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Womack,
Darondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas,
Connie Case,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Beau Brummels,
the Germs,
Pharoah Sanders,
kango's stein massive,
Tres Demented,
Motorama,
Sex Pistols,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brick,
Neu!,
Jawbox,
Second Layer,
Sun City Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Fugazi,
The Fugs,
Smog,
James White and The Blacks,
Thee Headcoats,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doors,
Graham Central Station,
F. McDonald,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Sherman,
World's Most,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product,
Talk Talk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pere Ubu,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.