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 Peru and from Accra.
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 Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 A Certain Ratio to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Skatalites,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Davy DMX,
The Buckinghams,
Essential Logic,
These Immortal Souls,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Accadde A,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cramps,
The Mummies,
New Order,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Foxx,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fugs,
Angry Samoans,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül,
Camberwell Now,
The Residents,
Rekid,
Niagra,
Donald Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Little Man,
Inner City,
The Birthday Party,
Bauhaus,
The Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Beau Brummels,
The Velvet Underground,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Hill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Roger Hodgson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sex Pistols,
UT,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mandrill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Count Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Angels of Light,
Gichy Dan,
Swell Maps,
Harry Pussy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Basic Channel,
Second Layer,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.