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 Macedonia and from Philadelphia.
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 Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Cluster to the punk 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Gong,
Rod Modell,
The Standells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moby Grape,
Peter and Kerry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boredoms,
Rakim,
June of 44,
Roger Hodgson,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Babytalk,
The Mummies,
Y Pants,
Archie Shepp,
Mad Mike,
Jerry's Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Alphaville,
Thee Headcoats,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
kango's stein massive,
Cybotron,
Sonic Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gabor Szabo,
Can,
Pantytec,
Section 25,
Underground Resistance,
DNA,
Aural Exciters,
The Index,
The Slackers,
Scion,
Yellowson,
a-ha,
Liliput,
Idris Muhammad,
Bad Manners,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Mills,
Faraquet,
Parry Music,
Harry Pussy,
The Durutti Column,
The Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Minutemen,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.