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 France and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Robert Görl to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kaleidoscope,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Hill,
Dark Day,
Fela Kuti,
Supertramp,
Danielle Patucci,
Can,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gap Band,
The Pop Group,
Wally Richardson,
Shoche,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Connie Case,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Radiohead,
Josef K,
Eden Ahbez,
The Saints,
a-ha,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Wyatt,
Rakim,
Rod Modell,
The Evens,
Slave,
Pet Shop Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Bauhaus,
Chris Corsano,
Crime,
Sonic Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siglo XX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cameo,
Toni Rubio,
Television,
Scan 7,
OOIOO,
Scrapy,
PIL,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Albert Ayler,
Peter and Kerry,
Essential Logic,
Angry Samoans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Make Up,
48th St. Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.