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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 World's Most to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Beau Brummels,
Babytalk,
Scan 7,
Flash Fearless,
Heaven 17,
Soft Machine,
Model 500,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maurizio,
Half Japanese,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Los Fastidios,
Moebius,
Whodini,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Adolescents,
Q65,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonic Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Warsaw,
Cluster,
Y Pants,
Swans,
Ossler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arcadia,
Suicide,
Funky Four + One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Guru Guru,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
F. McDonald,
John Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
The Fugs,
Camouflage,
Marvin Gaye,
Television,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Flag,
The Vogues,
Ultravox,
Bill Near,
Urselle,
Alton Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Accadde A,
Johnny Clarke,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.