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 Latvia and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 World's Most to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joensuu 1685,
Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Moss Icon,
Toni Rubio,
Nirvana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Livin' Joy,
Fat Boys,
The American Breed,
The Invisible,
The Martian,
The Moleskins,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Toasters,
Skriet,
Agitation Free,
John Foxx,
Make Up,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pulsallama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Age Steppers,
Wings,
China Crisis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Groovy Waters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erykah Badu,
Basic Channel,
the Normal,
Erasure,
Alison Limerick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fatback Band,
Angry Samoans,
A Certain Ratio,
Prince Buster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MDC,
The Pretty Things,
U.S. Maple,
Rosa Yemen,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Barrington Levy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
The Raincoats,
Organ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.