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 Mali and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marshall Jefferson to the funk 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Brick,
Crime,
Idris Muhammad,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mojo Men,
Adolescents,
Hot Snakes,
The Angels of Light,
Hardrive,
Ronan,
John Holt,
Trumans Water,
John Foxx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Seeds,
Rapeman,
Radio Birdman,
Josef K,
Outsiders,
Excepter,
The Cramps,
Barrington Levy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Wake,
Minutemen,
Rekid,
the Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
The Misunderstood,
Warren Ellis,
The Zeros,
Scientists,
Robert Wyatt,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
Scrapy,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultra Naté,
Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Byrd,
Pylon,
Ultravox,
The Standells,
Ten City,
Country Teasers,
JFA,
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic,
The J.B.'s,
The Skatalites,
The Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Wolf Eyes,
Make Up,
Easy Going,
10cc,
The Fall,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.