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 Senegal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris & Cosey,
Cybotron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Last Poets,
Cheater Slicks,
David Axelrod,
Kaleidoscope,
Q and Not U,
Basic Channel,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra,
Agitation Free,
Livin' Joy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Barracudas,
Ultravox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sixth Finger,
Infiniti,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dead C,
Excepter,
Jerry's Kids,
the Germs,
The Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lower 48,
Lungfish,
The Trojans,
Wolf Eyes,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
The Count Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Görl,
Liliput,
Sparks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monolake,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masters at Work,
Rufus Thomas,
Suicide,
Howard Jones,
Sight & Sound,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scrapy,
Alice Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Whodini,
The Toasters,
Peter and Kerry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.