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 Monaco and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Ken Boothe to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Graham Central Station,
the Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fugazi,
Bob Dylan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacob Miller,
Hardrive,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
D'Angelo,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Sheep,
Brothers Johnson,
Deakin,
The Mojo Men,
Leonard Cohen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Khruangbin,
Black Pus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Names,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mars,
Donny Hathaway,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mission of Burma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June Days,
Buzzcocks,
Fat Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
The Music Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Wire,
Magazine,
Joyce Sims,
The Slits,
Subhumans,
The Doors,
Urselle,
Mandrill,
Q65,
Suicide,
Duran Duran,
In Retrospect,
Ohio Players,
Moby Grape,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Organ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Animal Collective,
Pagans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.