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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brothers Johnson to the disco 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Barry Ungar,
James White and The Blacks,
Soulsonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronan,
Kenny Larkin,
Scratch Acid,
Heaven 17,
Rod Modell,
Wally Richardson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sugar Minott,
Bang On A Can,
Skaos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lucky Dragons,
Aural Exciters,
The Selecter,
Joyce Sims,
Supertramp,
Charles Mingus,
Minutemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mad Mike,
Nick Fraelich,
Audionom,
Pierre Henry,
Depeche Mode,
Erasure,
John Holt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hot Snakes,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wasted Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Basic Channel,
Wire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fall,
the Bar-Kays,
CMW,
Stetsasonic,
The Grass Roots,
H. Thieme,
Ornette Coleman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Christie,
Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Brass Construction,
Joey Negro,
Kerri Chandler,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.