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 Angola and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 The Fall to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
Piero Umiliani,
Nik Kershaw,
Jawbox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang On A Can,
Sandy B,
Ronan,
The Birthday Party,
X-101,
Joyce Sims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fall,
UT,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anakelly,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soulsonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Moby Grape,
Marvin Gaye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultra Naté,
The Pretty Things,
Stetsasonic,
The Doors,
The Move,
The Durutti Column,
Drexciya,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reuben Wilson,
Das Ding,
The Young Rascals,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Moon,
John Holt,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Whodini,
Shuggie Otis,
Isaac Hayes,
the Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television,
Inner City,
10cc,
Prince Buster,
Con Funk Shun,
Oneida,
Donald Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.