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 Congo and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Knickerbockers to the jazz 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ohio Players,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Bourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Selecter,
Deakin,
Chris & Cosey,
Graham Central Station,
Joey Negro,
Kevin Saunderson,
The United States of America,
Joyce Sims,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Associates,
Godley & Creme,
James White and The Blacks,
The Knickerbockers,
Rites of Spring,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Smoke,
Ossler,
Quantec,
Piero Umiliani,
Nico,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Misunderstood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sparks,
Quadrant,
The Young Rascals,
The Music Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fat Boys,
The Sonics,
John Cale,
Rapeman,
The Neon Judgement,
X-102,
X-Ray Spex,
T.S.O.L.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Sherman,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Lydon,
B.T. Express,
The Leaves,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.