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 Ethiopia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 cv313 to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Radiohead,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dawn Penn,
the Bar-Kays,
Colin Newman,
Q and Not U,
Derrick Morgan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MDC,
Sound Behaviour,
Steve Hackett,
Tubeway Army,
The Smoke,
MC5,
June of 44,
The Techniques,
Swans,
Joe Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
The Selecter,
The Blues Magoos,
Eddi Front,
Nas,
Bang On A Can,
The Fall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Malaria!,
Khruangbin,
Swell Maps,
Qualms,
The American Breed,
Black Sheep,
Easy Going,
The Skatalites,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smiths,
The Index,
China Crisis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bush Tetras,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Duran Duran,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Trojans,
Skarface,
The Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Minny Pops,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.