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 Czech Republic and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Loose Ends to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Smog,
Amazonics,
Harry Pussy,
Motorama,
Clear Light,
H. Thieme,
The Cowsills,
Vainqueur,
The Red Krayola,
Angry Samoans,
Fatback Band,
Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Zero Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rekid,
These Immortal Souls,
Unrelated Segments,
Urselle,
Audionom,
Ludus,
Pantaleimon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
Adolescents,
Prince Buster,
The Fortunes,
Warsaw,
Supertramp,
Steve Hackett,
Nation of Ulysses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fela Kuti,
New Age Steppers,
Sarah Menescal,
Yusef Lateef,
Oblivians,
the Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Technova,
Marine Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Halsall,
Au Pairs,
Easy Going,
Morten Harket,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Carl Craig,
The Last Poets,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Masters at Work,
Gastr Del Sol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.