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 Netherlands and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Crispy Ambulance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Suburban Knight,
The Young Rascals,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-102,
Erasure,
Sällskapet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
In Retrospect,
Wolf Eyes,
Subhumans,
David Bowie,
Don Cherry,
Joyce Sims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül II,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maleditus Sound,
Visage,
The American Breed,
Cal Tjader,
Alice Coltrane,
John Cale,
Talk Talk,
The Offenders,
Aural Exciters,
Yellowson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tim Buckley,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacob Miller,
The Gun Club,
New Age Steppers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bluetip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zapp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Model 500,
Al Stewart,
The Saints,
Swans,
Clear Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alison Limerick,
Chrome,
Patti Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
New York Dolls,
Con Funk Shun,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.