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 San Marino 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Faust to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Grey Daturas,
Infiniti,
Scientists,
Max Romeo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rekid,
CMW,
Babytalk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The American Breed,
Roxy Music,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy Collins,
Faraquet,
Lungfish,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Divine Comedy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oneida,
Jeff Lynne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maurizio,
Erasure,
Los Fastidios,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
H. Thieme,
Reuben Wilson,
The Associates,
The Human League,
Tubeway Army,
Deepchord,
Hasil Adkins,
The Saints,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Vogues,
Make Up,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fortunes,
The United States of America,
Nico,
Essential Logic,
Metal Thangz,
Deadbeat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dawn Penn,
Black Pus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.