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 Venezuela and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 CMW to the disco 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Flipper,
Altered Images,
Subhumans,
Albert Ayler,
The Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Alice Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
Adolescents,
The Trojans,
Susan Cadogan,
Tomorrow,
the Association,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Warsaw,
Bob Dylan,
Smog,
The Litter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zero Boys,
X-101,
Hasil Adkins,
Skarface,
New Order,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eurythmics,
Goldenarms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swell Maps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dark Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eddi Front,
Siglo XX,
Morten Harket,
H. Thieme,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minutemen,
The Leaves,
Icehouse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donald Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Soulsonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fela Kuti,
Talk Talk,
Scan 7,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Red Krayola,
The Saints,
The Doors,
Lebanon Hanover,
Banda Bassotti,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.