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 Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Swans to the crunk 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Music Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scratch Acid,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerri Chandler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Offenders,
The Names,
Janne Schatter,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Lynne,
Ten City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unwound,
The Litter,
Circle Jerks,
Moebius,
Liliput,
Avey Tare,
The Leaves,
Gichy Dan,
Sonny Sharrock,
PIL,
Maurizio,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Almond,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cramps,
Brick,
Outsiders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun City Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Clear Light,
Surgeon,
Josef K,
Lindisfarne,
Ohio Players,
the Fania All-Stars,
Technova,
Amazonics,
Yusef Lateef,
John Holt,
The Barracudas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Hood,
The Buckinghams,
Crime,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra,
The Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Youth Brigade,
Lyres,
Magma,
Max Romeo,
Main Source,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.