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 Rwanda and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Big Daddy Kane to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Funkadelic,
The Trojans,
B.T. Express,
T.S.O.L.,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABC,
Moby Grape,
Accadde A,
Bronski Beat,
T. Rex,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
U.S. Maple,
The Music Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Susan Cadogan,
the Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick May,
The Names,
Thompson Twins,
The Vogues,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABBA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ten City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erasure,
Ultra Naté,
The Golliwogs,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anthony Braxton,
Sparks,
X-101,
Drexciya,
Basic Channel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shoche,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moss Icon,
Buzzcocks,
The Techniques,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris Corsano,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
D'Angelo,
Neu!,
Godley & Creme,
The Real Kids,
Minor Threat,
Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Sister Nancy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.