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 St Lucia and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Bar-Kays to the techno 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
One Last Wish,
Bluetip,
Deadbeat,
Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rapeman,
Stereo Dub,
Alison Limerick,
Whodini,
The Dirtbombs,
Wings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dave Clark Five,
E-Dancer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Finger,
John Foxx,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Rundgren,
Graham Central Station,
Black Bananas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sam Rivers,
Circle Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
K-Klass,
Camouflage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faraquet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pagans,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fall,
This Heat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stetsasonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Procol Harum,
D'Angelo,
Gichy Dan,
Fela Kuti,
Dave Gahan,
Susan Cadogan,
Brand Nubian,
The Divine Comedy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slackers,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brass Construction,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Real Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.