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 Montenegro and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pylon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Fortunes,
Eric Copeland,
Silicon Teens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Inner City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amazonics,
Infiniti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
The Skatalites,
Shoche,
Main Source,
Porter Ricks,
Nirvana,
Bang On A Can,
Goldenarms,
Mr. Review,
The Doors,
Bobby Byrd,
The Wake,
Judy Mowatt,
Clear Light,
The Kinks,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smoke,
The Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Soul II Soul,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalann,
Arthur Verocai,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lower 48,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Green,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monks,
Technova,
The Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Idris Muhammad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
Hashim,
Symarip,
Talk Talk,
Juan Atkins,
Japan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Piero Umiliani,
Hot Snakes,
Ralphi Rosario,
8 Eyed Spy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.