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 Yemen and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Massinfluence to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Alphaville,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eli Mardock,
Mission of Burma,
The Leaves,
Joey Negro,
Talk Talk,
The Star Department,
Gichy Dan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Trojans,
The United States of America,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Eden Ahbez,
Pulsallama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Panda Bear,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Dawn Penn,
Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
Grey Daturas,
Deepchord,
The Young Rascals,
Donald Byrd,
The Skatalites,
The Wake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smoke,
The Vogues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang of Four,
The Misunderstood,
Motorama,
David Bowie,
Godley & Creme,
the Normal,
Pussy Galore,
Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Main Source,
Crime,
The Saints,
Lou Reed,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Womack,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül II,
Dual Sessions,
Skriet,
Flash Fearless,
Wings,
Marine Girls,
Eurythmics,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Foxx,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.