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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Yaz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Davy DMX,
Minor Threat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cowsills,
Deadbeat,
Los Fastidios,
Sun City Girls,
Henry Cow,
Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
UT,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smiths,
The Toasters,
Juan Atkins,
Kayak,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pop Group,
E-Dancer,
Barry Ungar,
Scratch Acid,
Eddi Front,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxette,
U.S. Maple,
Shuggie Otis,
The American Breed,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Popol Vuh,
ABBA,
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler,
Brand Nubian,
the Association,
Freddie Wadling,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Wells,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Pantytec,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispian St. Peters,
cv313,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonic Youth,
Fear,
Nico,
Fatback Band,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.