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 South Africa and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Derrick May to the dance 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Susan Cadogan,
Theoretical Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lyres,
Skarface,
MDC,
Shoche,
Fear,
Howard Jones,
The United States of America,
Donny Hathaway,
The Velvet Underground,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Make Up,
The Moleskins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Flamin' Groovies,
EPMD,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heaven 17,
The Gap Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shuggie Otis,
FM Einheit,
Tim Buckley,
Wolf Eyes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dennis Brown,
Alison Limerick,
Morten Harket,
Basic Channel,
Masters at Work,
Henry Cow,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dark Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blossom Toes,
H. Thieme,
World's Most,
Delta 5,
Supertramp,
Gang of Four,
Boredoms,
Smog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalann,
Cameo,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
Newcleus,
Black Sheep,
Black Flag,
Pole,
DJ Sneak,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.