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 Syria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Avey Tare to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter and Kerry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Motions,
R.M.O.,
48th St. Collective,
Half Japanese,
Mantronix,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fear,
Accadde A,
Black Bananas,
Camouflage,
Bobby Byrd,
a-ha,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Copeland,
Fela Kuti,
Tomorrow,
Chrome,
E-Dancer,
Prince Buster,
Simply Red,
LL Cool J,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eddi Front,
John Lydon,
The Stooges,
Gabor Szabo,
Ludus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magma,
Avey Tare,
Negative Approach,
David Axelrod,
the Human League,
The Residents,
In Retrospect,
Alphaville,
Man Eating Sloth,
Man Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wally Richardson,
Q and Not U,
Boz Scaggs,
Byron Stingily,
Audionom,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dead C,
The Dirtbombs,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.