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 Palau and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Swans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Velvet Underground,
Mantronix,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anthony Braxton,
Niagra,
Metal Thangz,
The Young Rascals,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacques Brel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Josef K,
Quadrant,
Hardrive,
Lalann,
The Human League,
Symarip,
Popol Vuh,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Sneak,
Mandrill,
Siglo XX,
Brothers Johnson,
Juan Atkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Morten Harket,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Don Cherry,
Bad Manners,
Wings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ponytail,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scan 7,
Stiv Bators,
Cecil Taylor,
Aaron Thompson,
Malaria!,
OOIOO,
The Invisible,
Peter and Kerry,
Masters at Work,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Anakelly,
The Names,
The Index,
Bobby Womack,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
E-Dancer,
Man Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.