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 Fiji and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Eurythmics to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Television,
Sonic Youth,
Pantytec,
Essential Logic,
Chris & Cosey,
Alison Limerick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lebanon Hanover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Grauzone,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Mantronix,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cowsills,
Monolake,
Skriet,
Ludus,
Second Layer,
Al Stewart,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Los Fastidios,
Scientists,
Albert Ayler,
Marmalade,
Make Up,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Graham Central Station,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mad Mike,
Dual Sessions,
Idris Muhammad,
Barrington Levy,
The Fuzztones,
The Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doors,
Brass Construction,
Duran Duran,
Goldenarms,
ABBA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Charles Mingus,
Spoonie Gee,
Morten Harket,
Reuben Wilson,
CMW,
The Grass Roots,
Bush Tetras,
Audionom,
Soft Machine,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Dolphy,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.