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 Gabon and from Salvador.
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 Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the crunk 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Technova,
Cluster,
kango's stein massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Heaven 17,
Danielle Patucci,
Nils Olav,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Underground Resistance,
Quando Quango,
MC5,
John Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Minny Pops,
Depeche Mode,
Fugazi,
Black Moon,
Ornette Coleman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Easy Going,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maleditus Sound,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Clear Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Qualms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Interpol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Little Man,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eurythmics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ken Boothe,
Symarip,
Q and Not U,
Khruangbin,
Lindisfarne,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Sneak,
Fad Gadget,
EPMD,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dirtbombs,
Maurizio,
The United States of America,
Flipper,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Bowie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.