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 Lesotho and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Ponytail to the rap 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Niagra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Qualms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Human League,
DNA,
Saccharine Trust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Star Department,
Sällskapet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
UT,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
The Zeros,
Neu!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash,
OOIOO,
Kerri Chandler,
a-ha,
The Knickerbockers,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronnie Foster,
Ornette Coleman,
Urselle,
kango's stein massive,
The Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Circle Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marvin Gaye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anakelly,
Joey Negro,
Crash Course in Science,
Livin' Joy,
Guru Guru,
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Copeland,
Prince Buster,
Tears for Fears,
Newcleus,
Porter Ricks,
Connie Case,
Eve St. Jones,
MDC,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.