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 Eritrea 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Pere Ubu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Ornette Coleman,
Faust,
Simply Red,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cybotron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
Can,
B.T. Express,
Eddi Front,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Velvet Underground,
Moebius,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül,
Hasil Adkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rites of Spring,
Y Pants,
MDC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blake Baxter,
the Slits,
Grauzone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camouflage,
The Dead C,
Wasted Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
kango's stein massive,
Lungfish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terry Callier,
Aaron Thompson,
Quando Quango,
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas,
KRS-One,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chrome,
Bobby Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kas Product,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dawn Penn,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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.