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 Grenada and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Ludus to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Dawn Penn,
Quadrant,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Index,
ABC,
Deepchord,
The Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Talk Talk,
Funkadelic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harmonia,
Ludus,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick May,
Niagra,
Mr. Review,
Ice-T,
Slick Rick,
Audionom,
kango's stein massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris Corsano,
Dennis Brown,
Ronan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Wyatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Scion,
Newcleus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lyres,
Joe Finger,
Gang Green,
David McCallum,
The Happenings,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zapp,
The Busters,
Gichy Dan,
Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Boredoms,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiopuhelimet,
In Retrospect,
This Heat,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Real Kids,
Silicon Teens,
The Motions,
Buzzcocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Pylon,
The Barracudas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Fraelich,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.