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 Tajikistan and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 ABC to the grime 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Ohio Players,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young,
Black Flag,
Gang Starr,
ABBA,
The Residents,
Television Personalities,
The Dirtbombs,
Schoolly D,
Anakelly,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick May,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
Wings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Adolescents,
The New Christs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television,
Y Pants,
The Velvet Underground,
Negative Approach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Procol Harum,
Nils Olav,
Flash Fearless,
Trumans Water,
Chrome,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris & Cosey,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Piero Umiliani,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amazonics,
Radiohead,
Fat Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Byron Stingily,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lakeside,
The Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Little Man,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.