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 Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Dead C to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Brick,
Main Source,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker,
Stetsasonic,
Depeche Mode,
Technova,
Porter Ricks,
Gang of Four,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Martian,
the Swans,
Yellowson,
New Age Steppers,
The Buckinghams,
Ultravox,
Dual Sessions,
Kas Product,
Babytalk,
Joe Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nik Kershaw,
MDC,
Slave,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Lindisfarne,
Marvin Gaye,
Pagans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anthony Braxton,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Womack,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Kerri Chandler,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalann,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bronski Beat,
Bush Tetras,
Mandrill,
T. Rex,
Underground Resistance,
Barbara Tucker,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Five Americans,
Alphaville,
Livin' Joy,
X-101,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Hood,
The Dead C,
Make Up,
Wally Richardson,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.