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 Libya and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Charles Mingus to the punk 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Sister Nancy,
The Busters,
Pylon,
Scan 7,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camberwell Now,
Moss Icon,
Groovy Waters,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Terry,
The Motions,
R.M.O.,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash,
Buzzcocks,
Spoonie Gee,
The Real Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liliput,
The Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oneida,
Delta 5,
Colin Newman,
Reagan Youth,
Drexciya,
Model 500,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The J.B.'s,
Rotary Connection,
Deadbeat,
Eric Copeland,
Section 25,
The Mighty Diamonds,
China Crisis,
Brass Construction,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Country Teasers,
Faraquet,
Quadrant,
Heaven 17,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grauzone,
Funky Four + One,
DNA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yaz,
Camouflage,
Bill Near,
Absolute Body Control,
Severed Heads,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Terry Callier,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.