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 Bahamas and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 A Certain Ratio to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Deadbeat,
Technova,
Howard Jones,
The Techniques,
Kerri Chandler,
Second Layer,
Tres Demented,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June of 44,
Cybotron,
Pierre Henry,
The Barracudas,
Eurythmics,
Los Fastidios,
Blossom Toes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
48th St. Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Simply Red,
Gang Starr,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Wake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
FM Einheit,
Laurel Aitken,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gories,
Vladislav Delay,
The Vogues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Terry,
Eden Ahbez,
Icehouse,
Shuggie Otis,
The Remains,
a-ha,
Pylon,
Yusef Lateef,
L. Decosne,
New Age Steppers,
The Monks,
DNA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Symarip,
X-101,
Sällskapet,
Newcleus,
The Toasters,
Outsiders,
Erykah Badu,
Drexciya,
David Axelrod,
Leonard Cohen,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.