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 Tunisia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Reuben Wilson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The United States of America,
Quantec,
kango's stein massive,
cv313,
A Certain Ratio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
UT,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Section 25,
Nico,
Byron Stingily,
Visage,
Spoonie Gee,
Surgeon,
Parry Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Wally Richardson,
The Durutti Column,
Ultra Naté,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wire,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
the Slits,
Roxette,
R.M.O.,
Sam Rivers,
David Bowie,
the Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Easy Going,
Prince Buster,
H. Thieme,
Magma,
Laurel Aitken,
Glenn Branca,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pylon,
Kayak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Buzzcocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
This Heat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Public Enemy,
Hasil Adkins,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Bananas,
K-Klass,
Duran Duran,
DJ Sneak,
The Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
Echospace,
Aswad,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.