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 Bolivia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oblivians to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Bang On A Can,
The Durutti Column,
Radio Birdman,
Boredoms,
Kurtis Blow,
Zero Boys,
Minny Pops,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Idris Muhammad,
The Pretty Things,
La Düsseldorf,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispy Ambulance,
Technova,
Nick Fraelich,
EPMD,
Dual Sessions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vainqueur,
John Cale,
Audionom,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Easy Going,
Minutemen,
Black Pus,
The Blues Magoos,
The Count Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Trojans,
Todd Rundgren,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agitation Free,
Severed Heads,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reagan Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
JFA,
Cameo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cowsills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
Funky Four + One,
The Sound,
Crime,
Lakeside,
Max Romeo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wasted Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.