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 Russia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
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 linndrum 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 Freddie Wadling to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
the Bar-Kays,
The Leaves,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pylon,
Hashim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Animal Collective,
K-Klass,
R.M.O.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker,
Model 500,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tom Boy,
Gabor Szabo,
Althea and Donna,
X-Ray Spex,
Newcleus,
Neu!,
Alphaville,
Scan 7,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Age Steppers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Sheep,
Talk Talk,
Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Icehouse,
Motorama,
Cal Tjader,
The Searchers,
Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Ohio Players,
Average White Band,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
June of 44,
Nick Fraelich,
Sam Rivers,
Minor Threat,
Quando Quango,
The Neon Judgement,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dennis Brown,
This Heat,
Moss Icon,
Surgeon,
Joe Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Hill,
Heaven 17,
Maurizio,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Christie,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.