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 Germany 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 Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Roxy Music,
Eve St. Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Ituana,
Newcleus,
The Pop Group,
Intrusion,
The Angels of Light,
Cluster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Trumans Water,
Loose Ends,
Pussy Galore,
The Dirtbombs,
Camouflage,
The Litter,
World's Most,
Sarah Menescal,
John Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr,
The Black Dice,
Reagan Youth,
Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Grey Daturas,
Mark Hollis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Style,
New Order,
Saccharine Trust,
Fugazi,
Country Teasers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dorothy Ashby,
Au Pairs,
Josef K,
Wolf Eyes,
Moby Grape,
Bauhaus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Joensuu 1685,
The Neon Judgement,
Archie Shepp,
Mo-Dettes,
Wasted Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Accadde A,
Popol Vuh,
Little Man,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare,
Kenny Larkin,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.