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 Chile and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Albert Ayler,
The Black Dice,
Chris & Cosey,
Clear Light,
Althea and Donna,
Isaac Hayes,
Archie Shepp,
Cybotron,
Mark Hollis,
Cal Tjader,
Symarip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fatback Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül II,
The Zeros,
The Gories,
the Normal,
Shuggie Otis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smoke,
CMW,
The Vogues,
Yellowson,
Rotary Connection,
Eli Mardock,
Ultravox,
Con Funk Shun,
The Stooges,
La Düsseldorf,
Rufus Thomas,
Cecil Taylor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wolf Eyes,
the Bar-Kays,
David Axelrod,
The Slackers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Franke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Connie Case,
Joe Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül,
Alison Limerick,
Donny Hathaway,
Alphaville,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marmalade,
Piero Umiliani,
Sarah Menescal,
Fat Boys,
Man Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Massinfluence,
The Divine Comedy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.