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 Sierra Leone and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Sandy B to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Arcadia,
the Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aswad,
Gichy Dan,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deakin,
Gang Gang Dance,
K-Klass,
The Dirtbombs,
Quando Quango,
X-101,
Oblivians,
B.T. Express,
Lalann,
Dorothy Ashby,
cv313,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
The Smiths,
Erasure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Animal Collective,
The Black Dice,
The Beau Brummels,
Henry Cow,
Barry Ungar,
Piero Umiliani,
This Heat,
Camberwell Now,
Severed Heads,
Tubeway Army,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Ice-T,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun City Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
EPMD,
Funky Four + One,
The Blues Magoos,
Flash Fearless,
The Index,
Bill Near,
Public Enemy,
The Searchers,
John Foxx,
Gang Green,
Pantytec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delon & Dalcan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
AZ,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.