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 Mali and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Womack to the punk 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Juan Atkins,
Byron Stingily,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter and Kerry,
Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aaron Thompson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shoche,
Fad Gadget,
Bang On A Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker,
48th St. Collective,
Flipper,
Delta 5,
The Moleskins,
Bill Wells,
Patti Smith,
Procol Harum,
Barbara Tucker,
The Birthday Party,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultra Naté,
The Blues Magoos,
The New Christs,
OOIOO,
Pussy Galore,
Reuben Wilson,
Sparks,
The Motions,
Y Pants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wings,
Amon Düül,
Excepter,
Aloha Tigers,
Nas,
the Normal,
The Durutti Column,
Harmonia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Cluster,
The Last Poets,
UT,
The Happenings,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed,
Blake Baxter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blancmange,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.