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 Bahrain and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
cv313,
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
New Order,
Roger Hodgson,
This Heat,
Rufus Thomas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magazine,
The Doors,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crooked Eye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Fraelich,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Wells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Con Funk Shun,
Livin' Joy,
Nils Olav,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lucky Dragons,
Scion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Urselle,
New Age Steppers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slackers,
kango's stein massive,
Ponytail,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Lynne,
Marmalade,
Robert Görl,
Tubeway Army,
Ultravox,
Interpol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spoonie Gee,
E-Dancer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Supertramp,
Marine Girls,
Alphaville,
Skriet,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young,
Pierre Henry,
The Beau Brummels,
Shoche,
Funky Four + One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.