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 Argentina and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Remains,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television,
Accadde A,
Wire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Knickerbockers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aloha Tigers,
Skarface,
Black Moon,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
The Residents,
The Fugs,
Tears for Fears,
Barrington Levy,
Dual Sessions,
Hardrive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pretty Things,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skaos,
MDC,
The Music Machine,
The Durutti Column,
The Zeros,
Don Cherry,
Arthur Verocai,
The Move,
The Searchers,
The Victims,
Organ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Iggy Pop,
DNA,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Lydon,
K-Klass,
Bill Near,
Howard Jones,
10cc,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Wyatt,
John Foxx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boz Scaggs,
Liliput,
A Certain Ratio,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.