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 Fiji and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
T. Rex,
Chris Corsano,
The Happenings,
Magazine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The New Christs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eurythmics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heaven 17,
Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Blancmange,
Camberwell Now,
The Beau Brummels,
Au Pairs,
Isaac Hayes,
Maurizio,
Soul II Soul,
The Wake,
PIL,
Simply Red,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thompson Twins,
Stiv Bators,
Alison Limerick,
The Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Negative Approach,
Q and Not U,
DJ Sneak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amazonics,
Bush Tetras,
Mantronix,
The Names,
In Retrospect,
Smog,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terry Callier,
Basic Channel,
Siglo XX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy Collins,
Ice-T,
The Neon Judgement,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.