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 Belize and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Smoke to the grunge 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Nico,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Dolphy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marine Girls,
Monolake,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Selecter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kayak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Steve Hackett,
Yellowson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Newcleus,
Nas,
The Barracudas,
Urselle,
Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Mark Hollis,
Donald Byrd,
The Fugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eve St. Jones,
L. Decosne,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxette,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gun Club,
Whodini,
Interpol,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Victims,
James White and The Blacks,
Smog,
Stetsasonic,
The Beau Brummels,
ABC,
Gabor Szabo,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra,
The Real Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Oneida,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Alice Coltrane,
Model 500,
Lightning Bolt,
Graham Central Station,
The Star Department,
DNA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.