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 Netherlands and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Con Funk Shun to the dance 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Durutti Column,
Interpol,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Dolphy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Trojans,
Icehouse,
Joy Division,
Monolake,
Cluster,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Five Americans,
the Normal,
Connie Case,
Dual Sessions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Pussy Galore,
The Red Krayola,
Lyres,
Visage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Zeros,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Clear Light,
Arcadia,
Skriet,
Popol Vuh,
Carl Craig,
Blake Baxter,
Warren Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Archie Shepp,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slits,
the Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Deakin,
Marine Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
CMW,
Section 25,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Index,
Howard Jones,
Tres Demented,
The Busters,
Chris & Cosey,
Tom Boy,
X-Ray Spex,
Banda Bassotti,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.