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 Kiribati and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the grime 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Kurtis Blow,
Sarah Menescal,
John Holt,
Minny Pops,
The Cramps,
Al Stewart,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sight & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Mark Hollis,
The Golliwogs,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Porter Ricks,
The Blues Magoos,
the Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television Personalities,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
PIL,
Simply Red,
Accadde A,
Mary Jane Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Monks,
The Vogues,
The Index,
The Associates,
Neil Young,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Parrish,
Warsaw,
Fela Kuti,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers,
CMW,
Wally Richardson,
Black Pus,
Eddi Front,
Robert Görl,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swell Maps,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Metal Thangz,
X-Ray Spex,
The New Christs,
Wings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brand Nubian,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.