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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rock 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
K-Klass,
Barrington Levy,
The Last Poets,
Joey Negro,
Guru Guru,
Ituana,
Maurizio,
Derrick Morgan,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythm & Sound,
Technova,
Howard Jones,
PIL,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Sherman,
Zapp,
The Misunderstood,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Hood,
Parry Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Niagra,
The Smiths,
Sarah Menescal,
The Raincoats,
The Moleskins,
Thee Headcoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cowsills,
Scrapy,
James White and The Blacks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed,
Sister Nancy,
Piero Umiliani,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vladislav Delay,
Livin' Joy,
Cluster,
Silicon Teens,
Urselle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mo-Dettes,
The Beau Brummels,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sight & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
JFA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Connie Case,
The Associates,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monochrome Set,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
X-102,
Das Ding,
June of 44,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.