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 Finland and from Seoul.
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 Taipei and Bremen.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 OOIOO to the dance 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Joe Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
DNA,
Graham Central Station,
Simply Red,
Glenn Branca,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Franke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eve St. Jones,
Basic Channel,
a-ha,
The Mummies,
Bill Wells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Fraelich,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra,
In Retrospect,
Stiv Bators,
The Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiohead,
Easy Going,
Letta Mbulu,
The Invisible,
Loose Ends,
UT,
Nico,
The Gladiators,
One Last Wish,
The Happenings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faust,
Sarah Menescal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul II Soul,
Danielle Patucci,
Japan,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vainqueur,
Gabor Szabo,
Main Source,
Mission of Burma,
Bauhaus,
The Black Dice,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Names,
The Skatalites,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.