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 Maldives and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angels of Light to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Average White Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Remains,
Pere Ubu,
The New Christs,
Bobby Sherman,
Franke,
Livin' Joy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chrome,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bronski Beat,
K-Klass,
Oblivians,
Ronnie Foster,
Faust,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smoke,
Cameo,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Hill,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-101,
Crispy Ambulance,
Subhumans,
James White and The Blacks,
10cc,
The Happenings,
The Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
David Axelrod,
The Mojo Men,
The Doors,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Almond,
L. Decosne,
Graham Central Station,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
The Barracudas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donny Hathaway,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed,
The Kinks,
The Beau Brummels,
Mandrill,
Suburban Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Moon,
The Toasters,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.