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 East Timor and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Pere Ubu to the electroclash 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Sandy B,
The Vogues,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fear,
The Music Machine,
The Litter,
Kenny Larkin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dave Gahan,
Tres Demented,
Maleditus Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q65,
Stereo Dub,
Rotary Connection,
Wings,
Aural Exciters,
The Five Americans,
Radiohead,
The Moody Blues,
Banda Bassotti,
China Crisis,
Bronski Beat,
Nils Olav,
Lucky Dragons,
The Wake,
Chris Corsano,
Black Moon,
Clear Light,
Arcadia,
Lower 48,
Terry Callier,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fela Kuti,
Inner City,
Liliput,
Mandrill,
Television Personalities,
X-Ray Spex,
Prince Buster,
Bad Manners,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fat Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moebius,
The Last Poets,
Easy Going,
F. McDonald,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zapp,
Au Pairs,
Boredoms,
Toni Rubio,
The Busters,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.