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 Brazil and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra,
Simply Red,
Johnny Clarke,
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler,
Fad Gadget,
Reuben Wilson,
Royal Trux,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick Morgan,
The New Christs,
Quando Quango,
World's Most,
Hardrive,
The Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Wally Richardson,
Joy Division,
Joyce Sims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
David McCallum,
The J.B.'s,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Michelle Simonal,
Wasted Youth,
Lakeside,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultra Naté,
Accadde A,
Bob Dylan,
Aural Exciters,
Fatback Band,
ABC,
The Dead C,
Robert Wyatt,
Sparks,
Idris Muhammad,
Isaac Hayes,
The Star Department,
Susan Cadogan,
Donny Hathaway,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Vogues,
Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The American Breed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suburban Knight,
Crime,
Khruangbin,
Connie Case,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Young Marble Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camberwell Now,
Aswad,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.