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 Paraguay and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thompson Twins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
DJ Style,
Rod Modell,
Television Personalities,
LL Cool J,
The Moody Blues,
The Birthday Party,
Anakelly,
Gong,
Y Pants,
Bobby Sherman,
Audionom,
Public Enemy,
Erykah Badu,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Clarke,
New York Dolls,
Neu!,
the Bar-Kays,
Bauhaus,
Slick Rick,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Green,
Gerry Rafferty,
Animal Collective,
the Human League,
The Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Josef K,
The Blackbyrds,
Loose Ends,
Gabor Szabo,
The Offenders,
Kayak,
Ultravox,
Average White Band,
Q65,
The Music Machine,
PIL,
OOIOO,
Wasted Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
K-Klass,
The Move,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maleditus Sound,
Desert Stars,
Ronan,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Ice-T,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lucky Dragons,
Camouflage,
Carl Craig,
Arthur Verocai,
The Buckinghams,
James White and The Blacks,
the Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Royal Trux,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.