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 Samoa and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
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 oboe 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 The Knickerbockers to the funk 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Unrelated Segments,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erykah Badu,
Severed Heads,
the Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Neu!,
Organ,
The Martian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Detroit Cobras,
James White and The Blacks,
X-102,
Nils Olav,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rod Modell,
Trumans Water,
Bush Tetras,
Danielle Patucci,
Urselle,
The Index,
Q65,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Tommy Roe,
The Durutti Column,
Hasil Adkins,
Cluster,
The Moleskins,
Bronski Beat,
Lyres,
Jawbox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magma,
Spandau Ballet,
Marine Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül,
R.M.O.,
Scion,
Bobby Sherman,
Faraquet,
Television,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arcadia,
Das Ding,
The Standells,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alice Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Enemy,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.