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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yellowson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Index,
The Star Department,
The Doobie Brothers,
Connie Case,
The Evens,
Ice-T,
Lower 48,
The Techniques,
Massinfluence,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker,
Liliput,
Quantec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Kas Product,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Slits,
Urselle,
Jeff Lynne,
Aswad,
Sound Behaviour,
Au Pairs,
Motorama,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gories,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Animal Collective,
Warsaw,
The Gun Club,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dirtbombs,
Little Man,
The Real Kids,
Duran Duran,
Sex Pistols,
Prince Buster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Easy Going,
Silicon Teens,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
Ponytail,
Darondo,
Clear Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Pierre Henry,
Althea and Donna,
H. Thieme,
Youth Brigade,
Mr. Review,
Cameo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.