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 El Salvador and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Starr,
CMW,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
Essential Logic,
Eric Dolphy,
The Red Krayola,
X-101,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Clarke,
Groovy Waters,
Goldenarms,
Pussy Galore,
the Bar-Kays,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soulsonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Cale,
The Count Five,
The Neon Judgement,
The Leaves,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerri Chandler,
Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Isaac Hayes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deakin,
The Saints,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scan 7,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lower 48,
The Alarm Clocks,
R.M.O.,
Brand Nubian,
Don Cherry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Misunderstood,
Prince Buster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liliput,
Outsiders,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.