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 Bahrain and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Television to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scrapy,
Yaz,
Davy DMX,
Nick Fraelich,
China Crisis,
The Grass Roots,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
U.S. Maple,
Nik Kershaw,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Copeland,
The Five Americans,
New York Dolls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deakin,
Kas Product,
Peter & Gordon,
Pole,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
Cecil Taylor,
Banda Bassotti,
Crooked Eye,
The Busters,
Pylon,
Gang Starr,
The Young Rascals,
Lower 48,
Jandek,
Todd Terry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Index,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swell Maps,
Arab on Radar,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
David McCallum,
Mad Mike,
The Pop Group,
Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
KRS-One,
X-101,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Gichy Dan,
The Neon Judgement,
Amazonics,
Simply Red,
Schoolly D,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blake Baxter,
F. McDonald,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.