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 Philippines and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Brand Nubian to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
CMW,
Sonic Youth,
The Residents,
Rosa Yemen,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
EPMD,
The Invisible,
Icehouse,
Janne Schatter,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
Max Romeo,
John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eurythmics,
The Selecter,
Freddie Wadling,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxy Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
a-ha,
Byron Stingily,
Make Up,
Iggy Pop,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fugs,
Amazonics,
The Gap Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nico,
Organ,
Pulsallama,
Charles Mingus,
James White and The Blacks,
Letta Mbulu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Symarip,
Faraquet,
Gang of Four,
Minnie Riperton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oblivians,
The Fortunes,
Dark Day,
Wally Richardson,
Zapp,
Au Pairs,
ABBA,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Carl Craig,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.