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 Singapore and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Section 25 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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?
Swell Maps,
Max Romeo,
Yazoo,
Grauzone,
Simply Red,
The Residents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Judy Mowatt,
Stiv Bators,
Fela Kuti,
Minnie Riperton,
Metal Thangz,
New Order,
Deakin,
Groovy Waters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ludus,
The Monks,
Symarip,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shuggie Otis,
Cybotron,
Steve Hackett,
Scion,
Neil Young,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spandau Ballet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Skriet,
Kaleidoscope,
The Litter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Severed Heads,
Television,
R.M.O.,
Chris Corsano,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed,
The Gun Club,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Names,
The Pop Group,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minutemen,
The Trojans,
Warsaw,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blossom Toes,
Harmonia,
Drexciya,
Robert Görl,
Clear Light,
The Cramps,
Aaron Thompson,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.