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 Costa Rica and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stetsasonic to the disco 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Style,
Massinfluence,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Saints,
Byron Stingily,
John Coltrane,
China Crisis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Simply Red,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tom Boy,
Ituana,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mummies,
Soft Machine,
The Last Poets,
Graham Central Station,
Motorama,
Infiniti,
Rod Modell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dave Gahan,
The Durutti Column,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Move,
CMW,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultra Naté,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Sherman,
Flipper,
Niagra,
Albert Ayler,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dirtbombs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Real Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reuben Wilson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pretty Things,
H. Thieme,
Smog,
The Smiths,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rapeman,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.