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 Seychelles and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Glenn Branca to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Joe Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Depeche Mode,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Foxx,
Scan 7,
China Crisis,
Sällskapet,
10cc,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
Cluster,
Panda Bear,
Alton Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
OOIOO,
Pierre Henry,
Absolute Body Control,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jandek,
the Swans,
Bill Wells,
Eden Ahbez,
Young Marble Giants,
Arab on Radar,
The Wake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacques Brel,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Procol Harum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Subhumans,
Ronnie Foster,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stereo Dub,
The Move,
Aswad,
Ludus,
Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erykah Badu,
Little Man,
Soul II Soul,
Danielle Patucci,
Yazoo,
Siglo XX,
Main Source,
Accadde A,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.