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 Iraq 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric Dolphy to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Buckinghams,
Althea and Donna,
Lightning Bolt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boredoms,
Eric Dolphy,
The Associates,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiopuhelimet,
Main Source,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Hill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
E-Dancer,
Visage,
New Order,
Jacob Miller,
Archie Shepp,
B.T. Express,
Vainqueur,
AZ,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Searchers,
The Fall,
Dennis Brown,
Siglo XX,
Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scan 7,
Malaria!,
Howard Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Angels of Light,
The Martian,
Bill Wells,
Anakelly,
48th St. Collective,
Lower 48,
Dave Gahan,
The Stooges,
Parry Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Standells,
Barrington Levy,
Echospace,
Lungfish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tres Demented,
Isaac Hayes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glenn Branca,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.