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 Mozambique and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chris Corsano to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Ronan,
Symarip,
Althea and Donna,
Wings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brick,
The Saints,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June Days,
Delta 5,
Scratch Acid,
Moss Icon,
The Move,
EPMD,
The Real Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yusef Lateef,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Hill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Charles Mingus,
Rekid,
U.S. Maple,
The Standells,
The Toasters,
Hashim,
Monolake,
Pierre Henry,
Alphaville,
The Associates,
Marshall Jefferson,
Easy Going,
Television,
The Wake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Evens,
Colin Newman,
Sällskapet,
Suburban Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Pylon,
Faust,
the Association,
Tubeway Army,
The Happenings,
Eden Ahbez,
Morten Harket,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.