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 Netherlands and from Winnipeg.
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 Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Cluster to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Wasted Youth,
Agent Orange,
Sällskapet,
Susan Cadogan,
Bush Tetras,
The Gap Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ludus,
Junior Murvin,
Pantaleimon,
David McCallum,
David Axelrod,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Trumans Water,
The Gun Club,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sandy B,
Darondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oblivians,
Parry Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siglo XX,
The American Breed,
Fad Gadget,
Ornette Coleman,
The Knickerbockers,
Minny Pops,
Eve St. Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Tres Demented,
Deepchord,
Colin Newman,
Supertramp,
Rites of Spring,
Iggy Pop,
Icehouse,
Maurizio,
David Bowie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Bourne,
Hashim,
Amon Düül,
Barrington Levy,
The Litter,
Schoolly D,
Robert Görl,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bad Manners,
DJ Sneak,
Camouflage,
New Age Steppers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.