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 Malaysia and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Visage to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Iggy Pop,
the Bar-Kays,
David Axelrod,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dark Day,
Supertramp,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slits,
Connie Case,
Tres Demented,
The Stooges,
Sparks,
The Offenders,
Harry Pussy,
the Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pop Group,
Cheater Slicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mandrill,
Gong,
Wire,
Joyce Sims,
Harmonia,
Rosa Yemen,
Warsaw,
The Associates,
Sonny Sharrock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Henry Cow,
Quantec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Don Cherry,
Sister Nancy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Toni Rubio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sam Rivers,
The Star Department,
Funkadelic,
The Leaves,
Cymande,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dave Gahan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stiv Bators,
Morten Harket,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
World's Most,
Smog,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.