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 Algeria and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Kerri Chandler to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cheater Slicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nik Kershaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Tres Demented,
Anthony Braxton,
Little Man,
Sister Nancy,
The Zeros,
Interpol,
Clear Light,
The Last Poets,
Oneida,
Sun City Girls,
the Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Connie Case,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Rufus Thomas,
Young Marble Giants,
Technova,
Darondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
cv313,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
La Düsseldorf,
AZ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Second Layer,
Barrington Levy,
Circle Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Dark Day,
Bad Manners,
Organ,
Audionom,
Wally Richardson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Barracudas,
The Red Krayola,
Parry Music,
Juan Atkins,
Sixth Finger,
Loose Ends,
Chrome,
Absolute Body Control,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.