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 Mali and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
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 marimba 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 Mojo Men to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ponytail,
Bootsy Collins,
Crooked Eye,
Swell Maps,
The Trojans,
kango's stein massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Human League,
The Cure,
Joe Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Wire,
The Litter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-Ray Spex,
Crash Course in Science,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Saccharine Trust,
Cal Tjader,
Sarah Menescal,
Yazoo,
Letta Mbulu,
Dual Sessions,
Spoonie Gee,
Sight & Sound,
Fluxion,
Marmalade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joy Division,
Make Up,
Television,
Grey Daturas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Cecil Taylor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donny Hathaway,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Rundgren,
Al Stewart,
Q65,
Prince Buster,
Pantaleimon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skarface,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stockholm Monsters,
EPMD,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glenn Branca,
Kas Product,
Freddie Wadling,
Kayak,
Pussy Galore,
Warren Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.