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 Gabon and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sam Rivers,
The Raincoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Ponytail,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aswad,
Dawn Penn,
Charles Mingus,
Funky Four + One,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Almond,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The United States of America,
48th St. Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
U.S. Maple,
The Searchers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Graham Central Station,
Ten City,
Buzzcocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Fugazi,
The Red Krayola,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronan,
DNA,
John Coltrane,
Niagra,
Boredoms,
Arthur Verocai,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Machine,
Neu!,
Gichy Dan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Subhumans,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Guru Guru,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott Heron,
Main Source,
Glenn Branca,
a-ha,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doors,
Ituana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mad Mike,
Crash Course in Science,
R.M.O.,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.