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 Congo and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Blues Magoos to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Stetsasonic,
Intrusion,
Index,
Bill Near,
a-ha,
Nirvana,
Eric Dolphy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Wells,
John Lydon,
Clear Light,
The Techniques,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Bourne,
Yellowson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Make Up,
The Stooges,
Delta 5,
Suicide,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Saints,
Negative Approach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hot Snakes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Raincoats,
Niagra,
Section 25,
Mr. Review,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
In Retrospect,
Hardrive,
Flipper,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The United States of America,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare,
Mark Hollis,
The American Breed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harmonia,
Malaria!,
Heaven 17,
Rekid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minny Pops,
Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
The Buckinghams,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terry Callier,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.