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 Kyrgyzstan and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joyce Sims to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zero Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
Vainqueur,
Janne Schatter,
The Sonics,
The Searchers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fat Boys,
Moebius,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Make Up,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sex Pistols,
Q and Not U,
Rosa Yemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Desert Stars,
Accadde A,
Roger Hodgson,
The Kinks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Con Funk Shun,
Fatback Band,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Sneak,
Little Man,
Country Teasers,
Sandy B,
K-Klass,
Aloha Tigers,
PIL,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scientists,
Deepchord,
Qualms,
Drexciya,
Main Source,
Donny Hathaway,
Bob Dylan,
Suicide,
Bill Wells,
Peter and Kerry,
Harry Pussy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dave Clark Five,
Howard Jones,
FM Einheit,
In Retrospect,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monks,
Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.