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 Ivory Coast and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Derrick May to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Connie Case,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Graham Central Station,
Magazine,
The Skatalites,
The Toasters,
Peter & Gordon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Machine,
The Fuzztones,
The Offenders,
A Certain Ratio,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
The Remains,
Josef K,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Silicon Teens,
Pantytec,
Section 25,
The Angels of Light,
Joy Division,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Modern Lovers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Axelrod,
Popol Vuh,
Fela Kuti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Susan Cadogan,
Urselle,
The Fugs,
Eric Dolphy,
T. Rex,
Mission of Burma,
The Human League,
Flipper,
Prince Buster,
James White and The Blacks,
Wasted Youth,
Moebius,
FM Einheit,
Severed Heads,
Rapeman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Janne Schatter,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Wells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul II Soul,
Cameo,
Steve Hackett,
Eddi Front,
Anakelly,
Drexciya,
Easy Going,
DJ Style,
Pantaleimon,
the Normal,
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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.