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 Algeria and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Depeche Mode to the funk 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Offenders,
The United States of America,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Görl,
Idris Muhammad,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moleskins,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Dolphy,
Ituana,
Tom Boy,
Sarah Menescal,
Oblivians,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cal Tjader,
Wings,
The Golliwogs,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yazoo,
The Smiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Suburban Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Selecter,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Searchers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Parry Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reagan Youth,
Kas Product,
The Slits,
Lou Reed,
Piero Umiliani,
JFA,
Symarip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Patti Smith,
Marmalade,
Anthony Braxton,
Erasure,
The Sonics,
ABC,
Aural Exciters,
Barry Ungar,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
The Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
The Mummies,
The Motions,
Derrick Morgan,
Cameo,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.