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 Belarus 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Rekid to the disco 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q and Not U,
Depeche Mode,
Lucky Dragons,
Mad Mike,
Mr. Review,
F. McDonald,
These Immortal Souls,
The Buckinghams,
Con Funk Shun,
Anakelly,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Birthday Party,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joyce Sims,
Tom Boy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
The Five Americans,
The Dead C,
Jerry's Kids,
UT,
Organ,
Soul II Soul,
Royal Trux,
Ponytail,
Arthur Verocai,
The Saints,
Flipper,
Gong,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Parrish,
10cc,
Bob Dylan,
Junior Murvin,
Inner City,
Television,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terry Callier,
Tears for Fears,
The Toasters,
The Kinks,
The Misunderstood,
Ossler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harry Pussy,
Japan,
Main Source,
DJ Sneak,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Fraelich,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zapp,
Amon Düül,
Eddi Front,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.