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 Kenya and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Sexual Harrassment to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terry Callier,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Q and Not U,
The Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Con Funk Shun,
The Skatalites,
Gang of Four,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James White and The Blacks,
Toni Rubio,
Adolescents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joy Division,
Symarip,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Sneak,
Siglo XX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rekid,
The Moody Blues,
Average White Band,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Livin' Joy,
Mr. Review,
The Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers,
Liliput,
Organ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Carl Craig,
Sarah Menescal,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonic Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flipper,
Sex Pistols,
Hoover,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magma,
The Happenings,
The Kinks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
Skaos,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.