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 Finland and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Subhumans to the electroclash 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiohead,
Jawbox,
Wasted Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Rufus Thomas,
Cymande,
Wally Richardson,
Brand Nubian,
The Pretty Things,
Aaron Thompson,
Television Personalities,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Altered Images,
Rod Modell,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Parrish,
Lungfish,
Soul II Soul,
The Grass Roots,
Arcadia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Count Five,
Scratch Acid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantaleimon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amazonics,
The Moleskins,
Barbara Tucker,
Eden Ahbez,
Kas Product,
Pussy Galore,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul Sonic Force,
L. Decosne,
The Young Rascals,
The Names,
The Smoke,
The Last Poets,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter and Kerry,
Interpol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ten City,
Stetsasonic,
Reagan Youth,
the Association,
The Cure,
Q65,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sister Nancy,
Leonard Cohen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Lynne,
Magma,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.