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 Algeria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Foxx to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül,
Lou Christie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Fraelich,
Bob Dylan,
Niagra,
Sandy B,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Womack,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television Personalities,
The Five Americans,
June Days,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Starr,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiopuhelimet,
Graham Central Station,
The Real Kids,
Deakin,
The Velvet Underground,
The Skatalites,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Au Pairs,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Althea and Donna,
Jacques Brel,
Donny Hathaway,
Rekid,
Grey Daturas,
The Gun Club,
Sugar Minott,
The Alarm Clocks,
Clear Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lungfish,
Parry Music,
CMW,
The Gladiators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joensuu 1685,
Gabor Szabo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scion,
Thompson Twins,
The Saints,
Gang Green,
Rod Modell,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.