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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Graham Central Station to the dance 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
John Lydon,
Pole,
In Retrospect,
the Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Flash Fearless,
Eve St. Jones,
The Wake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deepchord,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick May,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxette,
Tubeway Army,
Hardrive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dual Sessions,
The Modern Lovers,
Rod Modell,
John Holt,
Arab on Radar,
Kool Moe Dee,
David McCallum,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Trojans,
Average White Band,
Duran Duran,
Icehouse,
Fatback Band,
The Skatalites,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed,
The Techniques,
Funkadelic,
Lower 48,
Depeche Mode,
Bad Manners,
Howard Jones,
Amazonics,
Massinfluence,
The Blues Magoos,
Donald Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Scientists,
Tropical Tobacco,
DNA,
Masters at Work,
L. Decosne,
New York Dolls,
Rosa Yemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.