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 Macedonia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Interpol to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Albert Ayler,
Bush Tetras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultra Naté,
Sugar Minott,
Carl Craig,
Bill Wells,
The Blues Magoos,
Laurel Aitken,
The Invisible,
A Certain Ratio,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Music Machine,
Youth Brigade,
The Leaves,
Easy Going,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alphaville,
Metal Thangz,
Angry Samoans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yaz,
Underground Resistance,
The Misunderstood,
The Move,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harmonia,
Lyres,
the Association,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Henry Cow,
Alice Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Ten City,
Michelle Simonal,
Main Source,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
James White and The Blacks,
FM Einheit,
Silicon Teens,
Tom Boy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Tremeloes,
Mandrill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brothers Johnson,
Bad Manners,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sam Rivers,
Audionom,
Scrapy,
The Cure,
X-102,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.