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 Italy and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Newcleus to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Television,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harry Pussy,
Darondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moody Blues,
Infiniti,
Black Moon,
Au Pairs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Wake,
Sällskapet,
The Happenings,
Lightning Bolt,
Eve St. Jones,
Essential Logic,
the Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boredoms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donald Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Sam Rivers,
Khruangbin,
The Invisible,
The Barracudas,
Wasted Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Alton Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Procol Harum,
Smog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Popol Vuh,
Dead Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fuzztones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Y Pants,
Jandek,
Rosa Yemen,
Hoover,
Mad Mike,
Godley & Creme,
Niagra,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eli Mardock,
The Skatalites,
This Heat,
Tom Boy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.