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 Cuba and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Brothers Johnson to the dance 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unrelated Segments,
Severed Heads,
Ludus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
F. McDonald,
R.M.O.,
Nils Olav,
Jacques Brel,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fugs,
Scrapy,
John Lydon,
Sandy B,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalo Schifrin,
B.T. Express,
The Durutti Column,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
The Index,
Wasted Youth,
China Crisis,
Drexciya,
Main Source,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Machine,
John Foxx,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Fraelich,
E-Dancer,
Magazine,
Depeche Mode,
Index,
Terry Callier,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lindisfarne,
L. Decosne,
Black Moon,
UT,
Lee Hazlewood,
Theoretical Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brass Construction,
Parry Music,
Anakelly,
Nirvana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Hill,
The Slackers,
Essential Logic,
The Zeros,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.