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 South Africa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Bill Near to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Idris Muhammad,
Scan 7,
CMW,
The J.B.'s,
Lower 48,
E-Dancer,
Mark Hollis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moebius,
The Stooges,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalo Schifrin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Talk Talk,
Adolescents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Juan Atkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lakeside,
Infiniti,
Alphaville,
Masters at Work,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skaos,
Soft Machine,
Lou Christie,
Shoche,
Lyres,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blackbyrds,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
Hot Snakes,
Scratch Acid,
Con Funk Shun,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed,
The Music Machine,
Deakin,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T.S.O.L.,
Siglo XX,
Eden Ahbez,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Desert Stars,
Au Pairs,
Guru Guru,
Smog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drexciya,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.