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 Ecuador and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Peter & Gordon to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Fraelich,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Womack,
Harmonia,
The United States of America,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Motions,
Idris Muhammad,
Scan 7,
Sällskapet,
Michelle Simonal,
Mo-Dettes,
Bad Manners,
The Associates,
Los Fastidios,
China Crisis,
Rotary Connection,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camouflage,
Juan Atkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gichy Dan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Flag,
Ronnie Foster,
Wire,
Amon Düül II,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Massinfluence,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smoke,
Nik Kershaw,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
The Count Five,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Sherman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Music Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Masters at Work,
Eric Dolphy,
ABC,
Surgeon,
Basic Channel,
Theoretical Girls,
the Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Panda Bear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sandy B,
These Immortal Souls,
JFA,
The Modern Lovers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Skatalites,
Graham Central Station,
Vladislav Delay,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.