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 Thailand and from London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Ronan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Alice Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Minutemen,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young,
Anthony Braxton,
Echospace,
The Martian,
Fatback Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nation of Ulysses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liliput,
Thompson Twins,
The Raincoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cowsills,
Tim Buckley,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry's Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Mandrill,
Mad Mike,
Yusef Lateef,
Archie Shepp,
Bronski Beat,
Maurizio,
T.S.O.L.,
Procol Harum,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monks,
Dawn Penn,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doors,
Lalo Schifrin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sarah Menescal,
Boredoms,
Brand Nubian,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Music Machine,
Mars,
Isaac Hayes,
Juan Atkins,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smoke,
The Red Krayola,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronan,
The Evens,
These Immortal Souls,
Skarface,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.