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 Antigua and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the techno 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wolf Eyes,
Eddi Front,
Grey Daturas,
New Age Steppers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalann,
Glenn Branca,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minutemen,
DNA,
John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun City Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nik Kershaw,
The Move,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fugs,
The Cowsills,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Style,
Average White Band,
Marmalade,
The Mummies,
D'Angelo,
Black Pus,
Public Enemy,
R.M.O.,
Jacques Brel,
Whodini,
LL Cool J,
The Trojans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Charles Mingus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Little Man,
Sound Behaviour,
Prince Buster,
China Crisis,
Young Marble Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Henry Cow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Roger Hodgson,
Absolute Body Control,
Infiniti,
Talk Talk,
Pulsallama,
The Fall,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.