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 Moldova and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 The Young Rascals to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Supertramp,
the Normal,
Arab on Radar,
Cameo,
The Knickerbockers,
Dave Gahan,
The Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
Buzzcocks,
The Slackers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers,
Hot Snakes,
Procol Harum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minny Pops,
the Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ossler,
Fat Boys,
Moss Icon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nico,
E-Dancer,
Bill Wells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Litter,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Clarke,
Faraquet,
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
The Fall,
Technova,
Au Pairs,
Livin' Joy,
Hoover,
Avey Tare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dead Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
Wings,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultra Naté,
Byron Stingily,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Isaac Hayes,
X-102,
The Birthday Party,
The Dirtbombs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.