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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Niagra to the grime 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Roxette,
Simply Red,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Can,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Green,
Sixth Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gong,
Yazoo,
The Doors,
John Foxx,
June of 44,
Depeche Mode,
Connie Case,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantytec,
Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terry Callier,
Second Layer,
Swell Maps,
The Associates,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wasted Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Suburban Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Darondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Dead Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ohio Players,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Toasters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warren Ellis,
Drexciya,
Wolf Eyes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
cv313,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.