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 Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 DJ Sneak to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Monks,
Maurizio,
Warsaw,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terry Callier,
Banda Bassotti,
The Barracudas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Al Stewart,
Joe Smooth,
Sparks,
Donald Byrd,
Qualms,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Starr,
Animal Collective,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joyce Sims,
Loose Ends,
F. McDonald,
Rakim,
Infiniti,
The Blackbyrds,
Nico,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fortunes,
The Victims,
Little Man,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Malaria!,
Ituana,
Barbara Tucker,
Rapeman,
Yellowson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Con Funk Shun,
John Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Barry Ungar,
June Days,
Kas Product,
Patti Smith,
Ronan,
K-Klass,
Maleditus Sound,
Cluster,
The Five Americans,
Jacob Miller,
Monolake,
These Immortal Souls,
Half Japanese,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Iggy Pop,
The Cure,
AZ,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.