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 South Africa and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Desert Stars,
Excepter,
Howard Jones,
The Sound,
Avey Tare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Davy DMX,
One Last Wish,
Fatback Band,
Bluetip,
The Cramps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Surgeon,
Basic Channel,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tommy Roe,
Faraquet,
Royal Trux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New York Dolls,
Crash Course in Science,
This Heat,
Jawbox,
The Gories,
Section 25,
Trumans Water,
Al Stewart,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABBA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minor Threat,
These Immortal Souls,
Half Japanese,
The Gladiators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Buzzcocks,
Scratch Acid,
A Certain Ratio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Circle Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blake Baxter,
The Victims,
Mr. Review,
Lakeside,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy Collins,
The Invisible,
Laurel Aitken,
Susan Cadogan,
cv313,
Amon Düül II,
Quantec,
Yusef Lateef,
Mars,
The Techniques,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.