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 Russia and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Matthew Halsall to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Spandau Ballet,
Tim Buckley,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Beau Brummels,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Average White Band,
Sonic Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hoover,
Pantytec,
The Music Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
H. Thieme,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiohead,
Unrelated Segments,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shoche,
Sound Behaviour,
Eve St. Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Bush Tetras,
Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Kayak,
Con Funk Shun,
The Offenders,
David McCallum,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dawn Penn,
Marvin Gaye,
Darondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arab on Radar,
Hardrive,
Roxette,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lungfish,
Henry Cow,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mummies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mojo Men,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alton Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
June Days,
James Chance & The Contortions,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed,
LL Cool J,
The Saints,
Soulsonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.