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 Romania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Patti Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Babytalk,
Soft Machine,
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick May,
Visage,
Jawbox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
DJ Sneak,
The Doors,
Al Stewart,
Brick,
Gang of Four,
The Star Department,
Agent Orange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
PIL,
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man,
The Music Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Darondo,
Barrington Levy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Near,
Junior Murvin,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacob Miller,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
In Retrospect,
the Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
Symarip,
Sällskapet,
Heaven 17,
Nas,
Howard Jones,
Joey Negro,
Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
The Monks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Byron Stingily,
The Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Reuben Wilson,
Faraquet,
Stetsasonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erykah Badu,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.