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 Lithuania and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Isaac Hayes to the crunk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Pus,
The Mojo Men,
the Sonics,
Little Man,
The Fortunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Television,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Al Stewart,
Main Source,
The Divine Comedy,
Audionom,
the Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
Brass Construction,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy Collins,
Ponytail,
Jeru the Damaja,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Judy Mowatt,
Connie Case,
Half Japanese,
Zero Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Charles Mingus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cheater Slicks,
Technova,
Urselle,
The Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dark Day,
Erykah Badu,
Rekid,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camouflage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Organ,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.