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 Malawi and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
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 organ 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 Black Dice to the rock 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Roxy Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Pus,
Yaz,
DNA,
Surgeon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harry Pussy,
PIL,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Morten Harket,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes,
the Normal,
Can,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris Corsano,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Masters at Work,
Piero Umiliani,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Porter Ricks,
Symarip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang of Four,
Drexciya,
10cc,
Pantytec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
Section 25,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sister Nancy,
Circle Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Talk Talk,
Peter & Gordon,
Charles Mingus,
AZ,
Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Khruangbin,
Eric Dolphy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mantronix,
Sparks,
Silicon Teens,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.