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 the UAE and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Modern Lovers to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Oneida,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gabor Szabo,
The Barracudas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick May,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
CMW,
Index,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sällskapet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Essential Logic,
Peter & Gordon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy Collins,
Cameo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television Personalities,
Severed Heads,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DNA,
Stetsasonic,
L. Decosne,
Circle Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Beau Brummels,
Skaos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacob Miller,
Symarip,
Deakin,
Talk Talk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mission of Burma,
Laurel Aitken,
Yellowson,
Vladislav Delay,
Terry Callier,
The Slits,
The Smoke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantaleimon,
PIL,
Moby Grape,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Rundgren,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Soul II Soul,
Agent Orange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.