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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Davy DMX to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
This Heat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Don Cherry,
June of 44,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brass Construction,
Alice Coltrane,
The Wake,
Rosa Yemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Animal Collective,
Vainqueur,
DJ Style,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Misunderstood,
The Fugs,
Television Personalities,
Mr. Review,
Lungfish,
Porter Ricks,
Scan 7,
La Düsseldorf,
Q and Not U,
ABBA,
Loose Ends,
Make Up,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Bourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Max Romeo,
Hasil Adkins,
Royal Trux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flash Fearless,
Eddi Front,
David McCallum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crash Course in Science,
Mark Hollis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ossler,
The Real Kids,
Excepter,
Ultravox,
Roxy Music,
The Mummies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donald Byrd,
Khruangbin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Clear Light,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.