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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Associates to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Saints,
Marvin Gaye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fortunes,
DJ Style,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Germs,
Supertramp,
Bootsy Collins,
Hoover,
The Red Krayola,
Public Enemy,
Ultravox,
Rekid,
This Heat,
Derrick May,
Rod Modell,
Pere Ubu,
The Velvet Underground,
X-Ray Spex,
ABC,
Todd Rundgren,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eddi Front,
Yusef Lateef,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cymande,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Busters,
Carl Craig,
In Retrospect,
Siglo XX,
Pantytec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Procol Harum,
The Young Rascals,
Bob Dylan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Severed Heads,
Blossom Toes,
The Happenings,
John Foxx,
Sight & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Vainqueur,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Infiniti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
China Crisis,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantaleimon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
PIL,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mark Hollis,
The Human League,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.