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 Estonia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 One Last Wish to the grunge 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The New Christs,
Glenn Branca,
FM Einheit,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gladiators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy Collins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Malaria!,
the Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
The J.B.'s,
Visage,
Heaven 17,
Wire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Moon,
The Leaves,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Happenings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masters at Work,
Fela Kuti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Josef K,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moody Blues,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Clarke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Almond,
Todd Terry,
Chrome,
Brand Nubian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fad Gadget,
Nas,
Surgeon,
The Names,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Urselle,
The Fortunes,
The Pretty Things,
Country Joe & The Fish,
L. Decosne,
Black Sheep,
Schoolly D,
Marine Girls,
UT,
The Monochrome Set,
Cecil Taylor,
John Holt,
Franke,
Y Pants,
Kas Product,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.