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 Monaco and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Mission of Burma to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Patti Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Lyres,
Frankie Knuckles,
Archie Shepp,
The Last Poets,
The Gap Band,
Zero Boys,
Marmalade,
Yazoo,
The Young Rascals,
The Real Kids,
PIL,
Bobby Womack,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Average White Band,
Half Japanese,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson,
Guru Guru,
Gang Green,
The Standells,
Eden Ahbez,
the Human League,
Faraquet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Copeland,
Kerri Chandler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minutemen,
Tom Boy,
Visage,
The Saints,
Motorama,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Leaves,
The Index,
Panda Bear,
Mars,
10cc,
The Motions,
Interpol,
Gichy Dan,
Subhumans,
Aloha Tigers,
Monolake,
The Modern Lovers,
Monks,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.