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 El Salvador and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Royal Trux to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
X-102,
Vladislav Delay,
The Busters,
Warsaw,
Cal Tjader,
Symarip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Khruangbin,
Suburban Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kurtis Blow,
Shuggie Otis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rotary Connection,
Inner City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Malaria!,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erasure,
Silicon Teens,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gap Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Little Man,
The Vogues,
The Neon Judgement,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-101,
Royal Trux,
The Mojo Men,
Agitation Free,
The Fortunes,
The Techniques,
T. Rex,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cowsills,
Urselle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gories,
Pussy Galore,
Freddie Wadling,
In Retrospect,
Hot Snakes,
Niagra,
Aaron Thompson,
Nils Olav,
Dark Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rufus Thomas,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.