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 Ghana and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nas to the rap 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
June Days,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blancmange,
Sonic Youth,
Intrusion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neu!,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Motions,
The Skatalites,
Joe Smooth,
Joy Division,
Barclay James Harvest,
Niagra,
Derrick Morgan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Sherman,
Clear Light,
Lower 48,
David Axelrod,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
DNA,
The Leaves,
Black Moon,
The Gories,
Funkadelic,
David McCallum,
Donald Byrd,
The Remains,
The Fortunes,
B.T. Express,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul II Soul,
Ituana,
Skriet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cybotron,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Newcleus,
Tubeway Army,
the Association,
Blake Baxter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Metal Thangz,
Trumans Water,
The Misunderstood,
Glenn Branca,
Flipper,
Aaron Thompson,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.