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 Portugal and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 A Certain Ratio to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Darondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fall,
the Bar-Kays,
The Selecter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sister Nancy,
Deakin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reagan Youth,
China Crisis,
Smog,
Erasure,
Marvin Gaye,
Tommy Roe,
Carl Craig,
Circle Jerks,
Surgeon,
Matthew Halsall,
Fluxion,
The Misunderstood,
Arthur Verocai,
the Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cramps,
Junior Murvin,
The Fugs,
Guru Guru,
Boredoms,
Stiv Bators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiohead,
Intrusion,
Mo-Dettes,
Moebius,
The American Breed,
Arab on Radar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crime,
Amon Düül II,
Brass Construction,
Soulsonic Force,
a-ha,
Mantronix,
Dawn Penn,
Livin' Joy,
One Last Wish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Donald Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra,
Japan,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.