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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Arcadia to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magazine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Enemy,
The Skatalites,
The Stooges,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Almond,
Robert Görl,
Whodini,
Alphaville,
John Lydon,
The Evens,
Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry's Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ponytail,
kango's stein massive,
The Happenings,
Brand Nubian,
KRS-One,
Ludus,
The Birthday Party,
Rekid,
Theoretical Girls,
The Seeds,
X-101,
MC5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pop Group,
Lungfish,
The Techniques,
L. Decosne,
Heaven 17,
Organ,
Bob Dylan,
Lalann,
Gichy Dan,
Echospace,
DJ Style,
The Residents,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amazonics,
Moebius,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Fear,
Bobby Womack,
The Busters,
EPMD,
Skaos,
World's Most,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.