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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manila.
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 Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Inner City to the crunk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
UT,
Zapp,
Agent Orange,
Peter & Gordon,
The Techniques,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sixth Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
One Last Wish,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül,
Main Source,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Franke,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalann,
The Wake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Style,
The Five Americans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-102,
Sun Ra,
Idris Muhammad,
Josef K,
Al Stewart,
the Association,
The Blues Magoos,
The Selecter,
World's Most,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick Morgan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
E-Dancer,
Fat Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mojo Men,
The Raincoats,
Urselle,
Flipper,
Gabor Szabo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siglo XX,
The Searchers,
EPMD,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Graham Central Station,
David McCallum,
Gang of Four,
Pussy Galore,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blossom Toes,
The Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.