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 Panama and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Cybotron to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Severed Heads,
Godley & Creme,
Mars,
Quadrant,
Talk Talk,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monochrome Set,
Qualms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mummies,
Simply Red,
Max Romeo,
Patti Smith,
The Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Skaos,
The Victims,
The Barracudas,
Tubeway Army,
Television,
X-101,
Kurtis Blow,
Saccharine Trust,
Sight & Sound,
CMW,
The Smoke,
Ultravox,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fall,
Arthur Verocai,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerri Chandler,
Joensuu 1685,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Starr,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick May,
Jeff Lynne,
Quantec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sound Behaviour,
Cecil Taylor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alton Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Jeru the Damaja,
Isaac Hayes,
The Techniques,
Ituana,
Bobby Womack,
Joyce Sims,
Chrome,
Aaron Thompson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Model 500,
Rekid,
The Evens,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.