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 Kosovo 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Ponytail to the disco 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roger Hodgson,
the Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Make Up,
Agent Orange,
DJ Style,
Howard Jones,
Neu!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sugar Minott,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Pagans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Near,
Sam Rivers,
Surgeon,
Matthew Halsall,
The Count Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Unwound,
Buzzcocks,
The Names,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
Black Sheep,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Second Layer,
Excepter,
Amazonics,
The Birthday Party,
Danielle Patucci,
Juan Atkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Techniques,
Henry Cow,
CMW,
Absolute Body Control,
Technova,
The Toasters,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chrome,
Radio Birdman,
Sällskapet,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moody Blues,
Kas Product,
Kayak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.