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 Jordan and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 U.S. Maple to the rap 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Pop Group,
Kas Product,
Tres Demented,
The Doors,
AZ,
Accadde A,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlback,
OOIOO,
Hardrive,
ABBA,
Marine Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Young Rascals,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vladislav Delay,
Royal Trux,
Kayak,
Agitation Free,
The Monochrome Set,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Idris Muhammad,
Dennis Brown,
Ronan,
Toni Rubio,
X-Ray Spex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Birthday Party,
Groovy Waters,
Pantaleimon,
Fear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fall,
Q and Not U,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultra Naté,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cecil Taylor,
the Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Deepchord,
the Association,
Duran Duran,
Yazoo,
Reagan Youth,
Zero Boys,
D'Angelo,
DJ Style,
The Cramps,
The Trojans,
Excepter,
Cymande,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suicide,
Nico,
Bob Dylan,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.