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 Cuba and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Monolake to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
48th St. Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Nas,
Arthur Verocai,
Loose Ends,
The Monochrome Set,
Theoretical Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
Eurythmics,
JFA,
Porter Ricks,
Masters at Work,
Lakeside,
The Raincoats,
Slick Rick,
Black Sheep,
Kurtis Blow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Smog,
Rosa Yemen,
Reagan Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Massinfluence,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Qualms,
Stockholm Monsters,
AZ,
Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Unrelated Segments,
Deadbeat,
The Fall,
Jacques Brel,
June of 44,
Mars,
LL Cool J,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang of Four,
The Cowsills,
Metal Thangz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donny Hathaway,
Aaron Thompson,
Maurizio,
The Invisible,
KRS-One,
Nils Olav,
Joy Division,
the Normal,
Pagans,
Neu!,
The Modern Lovers,
Lightning Bolt,
Yaz,
Dennis Brown,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.