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 Bahrain and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Leonard Cohen to the crunk 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bluetip,
Scan 7,
Man Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Kenny Larkin,
The Motions,
David Axelrod,
Lou Christie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stiv Bators,
Cameo,
Thee Headcoats,
Bronski Beat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
This Heat,
Iggy Pop,
Swell Maps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Aloha Tigers,
Hasil Adkins,
Agitation Free,
Minnie Riperton,
Bad Manners,
Radiohead,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
Niagra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Janne Schatter,
Scrapy,
Quando Quango,
Fluxion,
Roger Hodgson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amazonics,
Kaleidoscope,
David McCallum,
Blossom Toes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Sneak,
Second Layer,
The Modern Lovers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
AZ,
T. Rex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Human League,
Connie Case,
James White and The Blacks,
Wire,
Supertramp,
Suburban Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Walker Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.