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 Russia and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 The Buckinghams to the disco 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Lower 48,
Kerri Chandler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scientists,
Porter Ricks,
Aswad,
Ralphi Rosario,
MDC,
Cheater Slicks,
Cal Tjader,
Stereo Dub,
Mars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minor Threat,
Pantytec,
Alton Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anakelly,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erasure,
Fatback Band,
David Bowie,
Brand Nubian,
Delta 5,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skriet,
The Birthday Party,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eurythmics,
Bronski Beat,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Association,
Peter and Kerry,
Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bauhaus,
The Divine Comedy,
PIL,
Dave Gahan,
The Names,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magazine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Janne Schatter,
Hot Snakes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.