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 Brazil and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the dance 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
OOIOO,
Derrick May,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
L. Decosne,
Circle Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
F. McDonald,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Association,
Von Mondo,
ABBA,
Zapp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alphaville,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mummies,
Pulsallama,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lyres,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Sneak,
DJ Style,
Royal Trux,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Holt,
Fear,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultravox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unwound,
Lou Christie,
Rekid,
Gichy Dan,
Black Pus,
Bad Manners,
Second Layer,
Arthur Verocai,
Echospace,
Rapeman,
Eli Mardock,
Idris Muhammad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Al Stewart,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tres Demented,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Neon Judgement,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dark Day,
Joe Finger,
Swans,
KRS-One,
Aloha Tigers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.