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 Canada and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eurythmics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Zapp,
Soft Machine,
The Cowsills,
Robert Görl,
Robert Hood,
Audionom,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gladiators,
FM Einheit,
Sixth Finger,
Moebius,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris Corsano,
Reagan Youth,
the Sonics,
Whodini,
Kaleidoscope,
Clear Light,
Moby Grape,
Lalann,
the Fania All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harmonia,
Prince Buster,
The Real Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Harry Pussy,
The Searchers,
OOIOO,
New York Dolls,
10cc,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronnie Foster,
Rites of Spring,
the Germs,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Womack,
The Fugs,
Young Marble Giants,
Lower 48,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Massinfluence,
Make Up,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rosa Yemen,
Erasure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nik Kershaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Little Man,
Outsiders,
The Grass Roots,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.