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 Portugal and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 F. McDonald 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Massinfluence,
Fluxion,
The Kinks,
Yazoo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Residents,
Slick Rick,
Quadrant,
Neu!,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Steve Hackett,
H. Thieme,
Sugar Minott,
The Birthday Party,
John Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Human League,
Index,
the Germs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Motorama,
Sun Ra,
Roxette,
Niagra,
Inner City,
Don Cherry,
The Mojo Men,
Girls At Our Best!,
Susan Cadogan,
Camouflage,
Robert Hood,
Procol Harum,
Bad Manners,
The Music Machine,
the Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funky Four + One,
Nirvana,
Goldenarms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smiths,
Eric Copeland,
Outsiders,
Rites of Spring,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pole,
Angry Samoans,
cv313,
Eden Ahbez,
Marvin Gaye,
Sparks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.