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 Finland and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 the Slits to the punk 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Green,
The Leaves,
Sam Rivers,
Maleditus Sound,
John Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Hashim,
Slick Rick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick May,
Vladislav Delay,
Howard Jones,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Mills,
Spoonie Gee,
MC5,
Colin Newman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Infiniti,
These Immortal Souls,
Lakeside,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Negative Approach,
Silicon Teens,
Barbara Tucker,
EPMD,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Susan Cadogan,
The United States of America,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moleskins,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxette,
Robert Hood,
Lower 48,
Warsaw,
Panda Bear,
Tommy Roe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
KRS-One,
The Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Tubeway Army,
Marcia Griffiths,
Von Mondo,
The Fugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.