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 Mali and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Skaos to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Kaleidoscope,
Guru Guru,
World's Most,
The Toasters,
the Sonics,
The Dead C,
DJ Style,
a-ha,
Make Up,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
OOIOO,
The Standells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
Metal Thangz,
Maurizio,
Babytalk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris Corsano,
PIL,
Los Fastidios,
The Music Machine,
K-Klass,
Delon & Dalcan,
Trumans Water,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
Howard Jones,
Josef K,
Alphaville,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Lydon,
The Selecter,
Pussy Galore,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slick Rick,
Marmalade,
Qualms,
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
Con Funk Shun,
The Angels of Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Darondo,
Scion,
Public Enemy,
Tom Boy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Henry Cow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television Personalities,
Suicide,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Machine,
Index,
Byron Stingily,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.