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 Uganda and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Quando Quango to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Divine Comedy,
Davy DMX,
Ronan,
Fluxion,
Lucky Dragons,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agent Orange,
The Cowsills,
Maurizio,
Soul II Soul,
Pharoah Sanders,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
World's Most,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
CMW,
R.M.O.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amazonics,
ABC,
Drexciya,
The J.B.'s,
Boogie Down Productions,
cv313,
Warsaw,
Fad Gadget,
Man Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Quando Quango,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boz Scaggs,
kango's stein massive,
The Invisible,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
A Certain Ratio,
The Walker Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Sixth Finger,
Jandek,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sam Rivers,
Ponytail,
Toni Rubio,
The Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Accadde A,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cal Tjader,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kaleidoscope,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalann,
Dave Gahan,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.