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 Bahamas and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Lalann to the electroclash 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gladiators,
Lou Christie,
The Dave Clark Five,
D'Angelo,
Yazoo,
Trumans Water,
Swell Maps,
Metal Thangz,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy Collins,
Loose Ends,
John Lydon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hashim,
Amon Düül II,
Rapeman,
The Litter,
Davy DMX,
Half Japanese,
Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
Donny Hathaway,
The Searchers,
Kas Product,
Ronan,
New York Dolls,
Albert Ayler,
Fatback Band,
the Association,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Green,
The Blackbyrds,
The Associates,
Black Moon,
Fela Kuti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Interpol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Make Up,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The New Christs,
Stiv Bators,
Alphaville,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris & Cosey,
Liliput,
Unrelated Segments,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
Ituana,
Harry Pussy,
Procol Harum,
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.