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 Nepal and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ronnie Foster to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fortunes,
Jawbox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang On A Can,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rapeman,
Quantec,
Yusef Lateef,
the Association,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Pere Ubu,
Alison Limerick,
Deakin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Laurel Aitken,
The Young Rascals,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boogie Down Productions,
Absolute Body Control,
The Residents,
CMW,
KRS-One,
ABBA,
In Retrospect,
New Age Steppers,
Mandrill,
Procol Harum,
The Blues Magoos,
John Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Faraquet,
The Knickerbockers,
Dual Sessions,
Godley & Creme,
Skriet,
The Count Five,
Tim Buckley,
Ultra Naté,
Brass Construction,
Guru Guru,
Malaria!,
Ponytail,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tom Boy,
Suicide,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
JFA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul II Soul,
Sexual Harrassment,
Main Source,
Shoche,
Funkadelic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.