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 India and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Arab on Radar,
The Toasters,
Althea and Donna,
The Real Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Ronan,
Iggy Pop,
The Fuzztones,
a-ha,
La Düsseldorf,
Boredoms,
The Count Five,
The Searchers,
Sam Rivers,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiohead,
Ultra Naté,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blackbyrds,
Stiv Bators,
Blossom Toes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nirvana,
The Gladiators,
Interpol,
Newcleus,
Sister Nancy,
The Cowsills,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fugs,
Model 500,
Flipper,
Rites of Spring,
The Neon Judgement,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Aural Exciters,
Second Layer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visage,
Index,
Amon Düül II,
Bob Dylan,
Tubeway Army,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agent Orange,
Von Mondo,
Popol Vuh,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Görl,
the Bar-Kays,
T.S.O.L.,
Brass Construction,
Niagra,
EPMD,
The Angels of Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra,
Blake Baxter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.