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 Iran and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Shuggie Otis to the grunge 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
Pagans,
The Sound,
the Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Television,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Offenders,
The Saints,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cecil Taylor,
Arthur Verocai,
Deepchord,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Real Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Main Source,
Siglo XX,
Donald Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bronski Beat,
Mr. Review,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marine Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Gichy Dan,
Bluetip,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Franke,
Ken Boothe,
Cybotron,
Heaven 17,
Yaz,
Derrick May,
Unrelated Segments,
Duran Duran,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magazine,
Darondo,
Schoolly D,
Neu!,
Boz Scaggs,
The Count Five,
Q65,
Godley & Creme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.