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 Ethiopia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sight & Sound to the punk 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
the Soft Cell,
Kayak,
Gichy Dan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harry Pussy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smoke,
The Zeros,
Joey Negro,
Donald Byrd,
Chrome,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Real Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
Pantytec,
X-101,
Bobby Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pop Group,
Aural Exciters,
Qualms,
Graham Central Station,
Kaleidoscope,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The United States of America,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suicide,
The Gap Band,
In Retrospect,
Nick Fraelich,
Au Pairs,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott Heron,
K-Klass,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magma,
The Cramps,
Mad Mike,
Jandek,
Goldenarms,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.