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 Bulgaria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vladislav Delay 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Inner City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Parrish,
Ten City,
Gabor Szabo,
Quando Quango,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Fear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Juan Atkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy Collins,
Unwound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
PIL,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siglo XX,
Maurizio,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Techniques,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
Fat Boys,
Main Source,
The Zeros,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Vainqueur,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick May,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Associates,
The American Breed,
Goldenarms,
Brothers Johnson,
Lyres,
The Birthday Party,
Skarface,
Gil Scott Heron,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Hashim,
Barbara Tucker,
The Martian,
Rekid,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Toni Rubio,
Public Enemy,
CMW,
Shoche,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Lydon,
Icehouse,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.