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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Leaves to the funk 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
The Martian,
Bauhaus,
The Zeros,
Ken Boothe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Simply Red,
The Offenders,
Smog,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick May,
Trumans Water,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brand Nubian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Das Ding,
Janne Schatter,
PIL,
Anthony Braxton,
The Victims,
Metal Thangz,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fuzztones,
UT,
Con Funk Shun,
Japan,
Youth Brigade,
Goldenarms,
Sandy B,
Dawn Penn,
Carl Craig,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Laurel Aitken,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Certain Ratio,
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
cv313,
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magazine,
Television Personalities,
John Cale,
OOIOO,
Sun City Girls,
The Gories,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.