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 Tonga and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Scrapy to the crunk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Newcleus,
Infiniti,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Age Steppers,
Pierre Henry,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Near,
Slave,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Görl,
Chris Corsano,
The Dirtbombs,
Max Romeo,
Section 25,
Henry Cow,
PIL,
Scrapy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yaz,
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABBA,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick May,
Loose Ends,
Lyres,
Niagra,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Smooth,
Zapp,
Colin Newman,
Joensuu 1685,
Tres Demented,
The American Breed,
The Misunderstood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anthony Braxton,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Osbourne,
B.T. Express,
Suburban Knight,
Moby Grape,
Freddie Wadling,
Agitation Free,
David McCallum,
Delta 5,
Easy Going,
Prince Buster,
Talk Talk,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.