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 Syria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Barclay James Harvest to the funk 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
David Axelrod,
Make Up,
The Pop Group,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Fraelich,
Simply Red,
The Slackers,
Jacob Miller,
Das Ding,
Jacques Brel,
Rod Modell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Busters,
Spandau Ballet,
The Divine Comedy,
June Days,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lakeside,
Byron Stingily,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pere Ubu,
Pagans,
Brick,
Deepchord,
The Techniques,
Franke,
Chris Corsano,
Outsiders,
Arcadia,
Inner City,
Essential Logic,
Patti Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Order,
Rites of Spring,
Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Tim Buckley,
Cymande,
Audionom,
F. McDonald,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Massinfluence,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Young Rascals,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young,
Deadbeat,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.