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 Honduras and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the dance 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronan,
Silicon Teens,
the Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Subhumans,
Arcadia,
Kas Product,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Wyatt,
Stetsasonic,
Peter and Kerry,
Lucky Dragons,
Tom Boy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Schoolly D,
Pole,
Mad Mike,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
48th St. Collective,
Anakelly,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Japan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Porter Ricks,
New Age Steppers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deakin,
Goldenarms,
Dead Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erasure,
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Lynne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
The American Breed,
Letta Mbulu,
Con Funk Shun,
Sex Pistols,
Television,
Sister Nancy,
Flipper,
Darondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mr. Review,
Slave,
Lakeside,
The Victims,
Minor Threat,
Skarface,
The Dirtbombs,
Tres Demented,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.