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 Burkina and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Harry Pussy to the crunk 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
H. Thieme,
Fela Kuti,
Royal Trux,
June Days,
Nik Kershaw,
Iggy Pop,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bronski Beat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rekid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Teasers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker,
The Fugs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minutemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Whodini,
Colin Newman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Fraelich,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Count Five,
Grey Daturas,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doors,
The New Christs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare,
David Bowie,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dead C,
The Zeros,
PIL,
Funky Four + One,
Anthony Braxton,
The Misunderstood,
Zapp,
Cluster,
Blossom Toes,
Godley & Creme,
Joensuu 1685,
LL Cool J,
The Cramps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Oblivians,
Ultra Naté,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sight & Sound,
John Lydon,
Rotary Connection,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.