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 Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cybotron to the grime 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Marmalade,
The Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tres Demented,
Silicon Teens,
Sixth Finger,
The Red Krayola,
James Chance & The Contortions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Fraelich,
Moss Icon,
Lalo Schifrin,
E-Dancer,
Negative Approach,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Style,
Wally Richardson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Outsiders,
Yaz,
The Beau Brummels,
PIL,
the Bar-Kays,
Lakeside,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Clarke,
Youth Brigade,
Reagan Youth,
The Remains,
Althea and Donna,
Albert Ayler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flash Fearless,
Cluster,
The Move,
Agitation Free,
Pantytec,
the Sonics,
Wire,
Icehouse,
Underground Resistance,
Heaven 17,
Maleditus Sound,
Yazoo,
Swell Maps,
Robert Wyatt,
Television,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxette,
Cybotron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quando Quango,
Black Pus,
OOIOO,
Eve St. Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June of 44,
Minny Pops,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.