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 Cape Verde and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Lou Christie to the funk 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Pole,
Inner City,
The Selecter,
The Neon Judgement,
The Grass Roots,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swans,
The Toasters,
Lou Christie,
Lucky Dragons,
Oneida,
The Golliwogs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Names,
Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Organ,
Urselle,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Copeland,
Funky Four + One,
New Order,
The Knickerbockers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swell Maps,
DJ Style,
Peter and Kerry,
Cal Tjader,
Bluetip,
Graham Central Station,
Young Marble Giants,
Bauhaus,
Drexciya,
Television Personalities,
Model 500,
Cymande,
The Mojo Men,
Al Stewart,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lindisfarne,
Circle Jerks,
Royal Trux,
Eric B and Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young,
Black Bananas,
MC5,
Procol Harum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Tremeloes,
Barry Ungar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Juan Atkins,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.