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 Zambia and from Accra.
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 Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Evens to the jazz 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Make Up,
CMW,
Wolf Eyes,
Max Romeo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Tremeloes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hasil Adkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Toni Rubio,
The Gladiators,
Ponytail,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doors,
Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Babytalk,
Sonic Youth,
Silicon Teens,
the Slits,
Rekid,
Unwound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Iggy Pop,
Magma,
Moebius,
Kurtis Blow,
Subhumans,
Suburban Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nils Olav,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Patti Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New York Dolls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-101,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Lalann,
Symarip,
Altered Images,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drexciya,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Terry,
Khruangbin,
Gang of Four,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Organ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.