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 Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 Infiniti to the punk 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eddi Front,
Moby Grape,
The Barracudas,
Severed Heads,
Ultravox,
Tom Boy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
LL Cool J,
Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Rapeman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
Young Marble Giants,
the Sonics,
Maurizio,
Excepter,
Alphaville,
Von Mondo,
The Standells,
Steve Hackett,
The Stooges,
Infiniti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cameo,
The Human League,
Shoche,
Cluster,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun City Girls,
Boredoms,
Ornette Coleman,
Slave,
Radiohead,
Jeru the Damaja,
Parry Music,
cv313,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funkadelic,
Procol Harum,
Al Stewart,
Symarip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brass Construction,
a-ha,
Fugazi,
Kevin Saunderson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Bourne,
Minutemen,
Camberwell Now,
Moss Icon,
Reagan Youth,
Heaven 17,
Panda Bear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Negative Approach,
Blossom Toes,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.