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 Italy and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Scan 7 to the electroclash 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Wake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dead Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
The Star Department,
FM Einheit,
Los Fastidios,
Absolute Body Control,
Television,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Germs,
Mission of Burma,
Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eurythmics,
The Modern Lovers,
Alison Limerick,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deepchord,
Infiniti,
The Mojo Men,
Smog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mark Hollis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Hill,
Whodini,
X-102,
The Durutti Column,
Blossom Toes,
Lucky Dragons,
Ohio Players,
James White and The Blacks,
The Names,
Groovy Waters,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Bowie,
Moebius,
Make Up,
The Monks,
Sun City Girls,
Magma,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
Marvin Gaye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.