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 Greece and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Bob Dylan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Star Department,
Peter & Gordon,
Lucky Dragons,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Mills,
Supertramp,
In Retrospect,
David Axelrod,
Sarah Menescal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Basic Channel,
Sparks,
The J.B.'s,
Sandy B,
Dead Boys,
Yaz,
Ten City,
Idris Muhammad,
Glenn Branca,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
The Monochrome Set,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiohead,
The American Breed,
Joyce Sims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Piero Umiliani,
Darondo,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
Adolescents,
Fear,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Style,
Kurtis Blow,
Severed Heads,
Sex Pistols,
Sonic Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Von Mondo,
Jandek,
JFA,
This Heat,
Ponytail,
Babytalk,
The Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Junior Murvin,
Hasil Adkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hashim,
Archie Shepp,
Pulsallama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sonics,
Franke,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.