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 Korea North and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harry Pussy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
CMW,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash,
48th St. Collective,
Marine Girls,
One Last Wish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mr. Review,
Rosa Yemen,
Technova,
Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erykah Badu,
Scion,
Tim Buckley,
Albert Ayler,
Pantytec,
Joe Smooth,
Adolescents,
John Cale,
Neil Young,
Arthur Verocai,
The Music Machine,
Urselle,
The Stooges,
The United States of America,
The Litter,
X-101,
The Fortunes,
Ten City,
Smog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Moon,
Radiopuhelimet,
L. Decosne,
Scratch Acid,
James White and The Blacks,
Mandrill,
Ice-T,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed,
The Zeros,
Con Funk Shun,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eve St. Jones,
Animal Collective,
a-ha,
Aaron Thompson,
Archie Shepp,
Suicide,
Interpol,
Thompson Twins,
Aloha Tigers,
Gong,
Television,
The Seeds,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.