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 Albania and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mission of Burma to the disco 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slave,
The Last Poets,
Kaleidoscope,
Khruangbin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Inner City,
Joey Negro,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
KRS-One,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ossler,
Thompson Twins,
The Mojo Men,
Pole,
F. McDonald,
The Young Rascals,
John Holt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amazonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Near,
Nik Kershaw,
Little Man,
Prince Buster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Underground Resistance,
The Selecter,
Ten City,
Chrome,
Ituana,
Shoche,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra,
Robert Wyatt,
Fatback Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharoah Sanders,
Parry Music,
Radio Birdman,
Tommy Roe,
Donald Byrd,
David Bowie,
Pere Ubu,
Q and Not U,
Harpers Bizarre,
Saccharine Trust,
Dark Day,
Camouflage,
Fluxion,
Bill Wells,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.