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 Solomon Islands 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harpers Bizarre to the disco 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 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?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Suicide,
Loose Ends,
The Five Americans,
In Retrospect,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arab on Radar,
Ohio Players,
Jacques Brel,
John Lydon,
Basic Channel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magazine,
The Dead C,
Stockholm Monsters,
Idris Muhammad,
The Tremeloes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crime,
The Trojans,
Ultravox,
Fela Kuti,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ludus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maurizio,
Chris Corsano,
Groovy Waters,
The Motions,
Chris & Cosey,
Tim Buckley,
Howard Jones,
Franke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
JFA,
Joey Negro,
Hashim,
Moby Grape,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül II,
E-Dancer,
Deakin,
The Last Poets,
Gichy Dan,
The Smoke,
The Standells,
The Offenders,
Television Personalities,
Altered Images,
Eden Ahbez,
Marmalade,
Michelle Simonal,
F. McDonald,
Terry Callier,
Ornette Coleman,
Wally Richardson,
The Raincoats,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.