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 Georgia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Shuggie Otis to the crunk 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faraquet,
T. Rex,
Roxy Music,
Wolf Eyes,
The American Breed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Tremeloes,
The Zeros,
Soulsonic Force,
Carl Craig,
The Doors,
Gastr Del Sol,
Khruangbin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stereo Dub,
The Count Five,
The Litter,
Pere Ubu,
Metal Thangz,
Sonic Youth,
Sam Rivers,
the Germs,
cv313,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Isaac Hayes,
June Days,
Byron Stingily,
Dennis Brown,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry's Kids,
Sandy B,
The Skatalites,
Gong,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marine Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ornette Coleman,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unrelated Segments,
the Human League,
The United States of America,
Lou Christie,
Wally Richardson,
Faust,
Cecil Taylor,
The Associates,
Pierre Henry,
New York Dolls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.