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 Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Basic Channel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Trojans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris & Cosey,
Pere Ubu,
The Tremeloes,
Ornette Coleman,
Henry Cow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flash Fearless,
10cc,
Aswad,
Blake Baxter,
D'Angelo,
Lucky Dragons,
cv313,
T. Rex,
Das Ding,
The Saints,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Schoolly D,
Accadde A,
Sun City Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Move,
John Holt,
Bronski Beat,
Gabor Szabo,
The Remains,
Brand Nubian,
Drexciya,
David McCallum,
Pylon,
The American Breed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pole,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skriet,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Style,
The Techniques,
The Motions,
Deadbeat,
Man Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
The Grass Roots,
The Barracudas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fall,
The Misunderstood,
David Bowie,
Severed Heads,
The Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
The Neon Judgement,
Sparks,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronan,
Goldenarms,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.