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 Belarus and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ponytail to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Juan Atkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Colin Newman,
The Searchers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barry Ungar,
U.S. Maple,
the Association,
The Seeds,
Al Stewart,
Anthony Braxton,
F. McDonald,
Bob Dylan,
Minutemen,
Wasted Youth,
Kayak,
Au Pairs,
The Motions,
LL Cool J,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bush Tetras,
Godley & Creme,
Cymande,
Dead Boys,
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
Harpers Bizarre,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Offenders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Clear Light,
David McCallum,
Heaven 17,
Public Enemy,
Funkadelic,
Toni Rubio,
Black Moon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blues Magoos,
Rites of Spring,
Black Sheep,
Ronan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Prince Buster,
The Martian,
Connie Case,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Hood,
Crash Course in Science,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Popol Vuh,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lyres,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.