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 Russia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Metal Thangz to the funk 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Terry,
Suburban Knight,
The Moleskins,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pagans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Lalann,
Theoretical Girls,
Malaria!,
The Monochrome Set,
Little Man,
Rekid,
Organ,
Loose Ends,
Zero Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Knickerbockers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mandrill,
Camouflage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dorothy Ashby,
In Retrospect,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brass Construction,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fortunes,
The Zeros,
Infiniti,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Bar-Kays,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Hill,
Tommy Roe,
Letta Mbulu,
Symarip,
Boz Scaggs,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tom Boy,
Basic Channel,
Radiopuhelimet,
H. Thieme,
Excepter,
Mo-Dettes,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.