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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Agitation Free to the grime 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Neu!,
Joyce Sims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Zeros,
Warren Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Jacques Brel,
Gregory Isaacs,
EPMD,
Ponytail,
Youth Brigade,
The Human League,
Fat Boys,
Lower 48,
Con Funk Shun,
Michelle Simonal,
Albert Ayler,
Tom Boy,
The Busters,
Suburban Knight,
Mission of Burma,
The Star Department,
Bad Manners,
Minny Pops,
U.S. Maple,
Kerrie Biddell,
Adolescents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cecil Taylor,
Dave Gahan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
L. Decosne,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cure,
Kas Product,
Parry Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Interpol,
Wings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Sällskapet,
Pylon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Groovy Waters,
The Happenings,
Grauzone,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fortunes,
Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Joe Smooth,
Visage,
Godley & Creme,
Pierre Henry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.