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 Guinea-Bissau and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Pus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Wells,
L. Decosne,
The Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Order,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
D'Angelo,
Sex Pistols,
Bluetip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Archie Shepp,
Vainqueur,
The Gap Band,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Albert Ayler,
Gabor Szabo,
Flipper,
Alphaville,
The Stooges,
John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cramps,
Radio Birdman,
Wasted Youth,
Ultra Naté,
The Dead C,
the Slits,
Silicon Teens,
The Red Krayola,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magazine,
Main Source,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skarface,
Urselle,
Wally Richardson,
Animal Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MC5,
Nik Kershaw,
The Martian,
Groovy Waters,
Steve Hackett,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The United States of America,
a-ha,
Tres Demented,
Brothers Johnson,
Junior Murvin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Hood,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.