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 Sri Lanka and from New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Doobie Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Davy DMX,
Pylon,
Magma,
Camberwell Now,
Sun City Girls,
Skriet,
The Buckinghams,
Erasure,
Kurtis Blow,
Maurizio,
Franke,
Roy Ayers,
Sandy B,
The Gap Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cowsills,
MC5,
Minny Pops,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Althea and Donna,
Morten Harket,
The Mojo Men,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soulsonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Das Ding,
Royal Trux,
Ludus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slits,
Fear,
Deepchord,
Depeche Mode,
Sister Nancy,
Reuben Wilson,
Camouflage,
Ossler,
UT,
Laurel Aitken,
Loose Ends,
The Motions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slick Rick,
Negative Approach,
Mark Hollis,
Minor Threat,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed,
Boredoms,
Pierre Henry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blancmange,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Neon Judgement,
Deadbeat,
Bad Manners,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.