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 Qatar and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Nick Fraelich to the punk 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Black Moon,
Henry Cow,
The Durutti Column,
Dennis Brown,
Ronan,
The Divine Comedy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Smooth,
The Searchers,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Clarke,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blues Magoos,
R.M.O.,
UT,
The Offenders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Toasters,
Harry Pussy,
Ken Boothe,
Popol Vuh,
Pierre Henry,
Harmonia,
Angry Samoans,
Trumans Water,
Amazonics,
Charles Mingus,
Duran Duran,
The Names,
James Chance & The Contortions,
This Heat,
The Pop Group,
Cluster,
The Gladiators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra,
Con Funk Shun,
Sexual Harrassment,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Davy DMX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Christie,
Motorama,
Avey Tare,
Janne Schatter,
Al Stewart,
Grauzone,
Adolescents,
Joe Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Section 25,
Heaven 17,
The Litter,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Mills,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fuzztones,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.