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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Tom Boy to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Rod Modell,
Max Romeo,
Porter Ricks,
The Leaves,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Davy DMX,
Half Japanese,
Joe Finger,
Faust,
Cal Tjader,
Flash Fearless,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Zeros,
Harmonia,
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pop Group,
Depeche Mode,
Brand Nubian,
The Standells,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
The Associates,
Colin Newman,
The Divine Comedy,
Excepter,
Piero Umiliani,
DNA,
Susan Cadogan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
Country Teasers,
The Busters,
F. McDonald,
Bauhaus,
The Buckinghams,
Trumans Water,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
10cc,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Mills,
Audionom,
The Star Department,
the Germs,
Funky Four + One,
Pagans,
Al Stewart,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Main Source,
Nas,
James White and The Blacks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gun Club,
The Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.