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 Bolivia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Five Americans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Cluster,
Porter Ricks,
Godley & Creme,
Royal Trux,
Vainqueur,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Almond,
Slick Rick,
Janne Schatter,
New Order,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade,
Fatback Band,
Blossom Toes,
The Pop Group,
Kurtis Blow,
The Zeros,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suburban Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Excepter,
The Invisible,
Reuben Wilson,
Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Silicon Teens,
Severed Heads,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unwound,
Warsaw,
Gang Starr,
Robert Görl,
David Axelrod,
The Fortunes,
Rapeman,
Visage,
Sun Ra,
Dual Sessions,
Spoonie Gee,
Dawn Penn,
Japan,
Trumans Water,
Radio Birdman,
Desert Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Skatalites,
Barbara Tucker,
Ornette Coleman,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Half Japanese,
Scratch Acid,
Graham Central Station,
Eli Mardock,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barrington Levy,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.