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 Mongolia 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Symarip to the punk 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
CMW,
Wings,
Mr. Review,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Neon Judgement,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Patti Smith,
The Martian,
Rotary Connection,
Skriet,
Judy Mowatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Negative Approach,
Thompson Twins,
Stereo Dub,
the Germs,
James White and The Blacks,
Scion,
T. Rex,
B.T. Express,
The Pop Group,
Davy DMX,
Faust,
Rufus Thomas,
Fear,
R.M.O.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
Rekid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quadrant,
Groovy Waters,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slits,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra,
Isaac Hayes,
The Count Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Görl,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
X-102,
Suicide,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cowsills,
Monks,
The United States of America,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.