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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet 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 Swell Maps to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Pole,
F. McDonald,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kenny Larkin,
The Martian,
Stetsasonic,
Make Up,
Das Ding,
The Standells,
Eden Ahbez,
Colin Newman,
Alphaville,
Gichy Dan,
The Doors,
Barbara Tucker,
CMW,
Soul II Soul,
Gang of Four,
ABC,
Stereo Dub,
Television,
Yazoo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delta 5,
Au Pairs,
Jacob Miller,
Visage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Infiniti,
Tubeway Army,
B.T. Express,
Donald Byrd,
Wings,
Wolf Eyes,
Heaven 17,
the Swans,
Kas Product,
L. Decosne,
UT,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fugs,
Marmalade,
The Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Hardrive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Easy Going,
Fat Boys,
Boredoms,
Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Sarah Menescal,
Gabor Szabo,
The Black Dice,
The Slackers,
Massinfluence,
Oblivians,
R.M.O.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.