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 Rwanda and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 The Wake to the electroclash 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gichy Dan,
Eve St. Jones,
Tommy Roe,
Grauzone,
Popol Vuh,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Sonic Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Tremeloes,
Funky Four + One,
Judy Mowatt,
Scion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pretty Things,
D'Angelo,
The Modern Lovers,
Mary Jane Girls,
China Crisis,
Gang of Four,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalann,
Bang On A Can,
Siglo XX,
Cheater Slicks,
The Young Rascals,
Traffic Nightmare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sister Nancy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Motorama,
Deadbeat,
Maurizio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hoover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Lakeside,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris & Cosey,
Scratch Acid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris Corsano,
David Axelrod,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick May,
Marvin Gaye,
John Lydon,
Terry Callier,
Erasure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.