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 Switzerland and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Con Funk Shun,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Idris Muhammad,
Dennis Brown,
The Angels of Light,
The Fugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Quantec,
Nico,
Funky Four + One,
The Doors,
Patti Smith,
Schoolly D,
Robert Görl,
Sparks,
Donald Byrd,
Half Japanese,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Motions,
Tears for Fears,
The United States of America,
The Five Americans,
A Certain Ratio,
Shuggie Otis,
Howard Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Alison Limerick,
The Sound,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Invisible,
Ponytail,
Lou Christie,
Warsaw,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
The Mojo Men,
Agitation Free,
Panda Bear,
Anakelly,
The Count Five,
The Durutti Column,
kango's stein massive,
Porter Ricks,
Wasted Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pulsallama,
KRS-One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Young Marble Giants,
Bauhaus,
Soulsonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul II Soul,
Flipper,
Thompson Twins,
LL Cool J,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Motorama,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.