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 Marshall Islands and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 MDC to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anthony Braxton,
Von Mondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Teasers,
Sight & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Television Personalities,
Kurtis Blow,
Liliput,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Near,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxy Music,
Franke,
Nirvana,
Moebius,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eurythmics,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ten City,
Gong,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minny Pops,
Lindisfarne,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grey Daturas,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
Fear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shuggie Otis,
Quadrant,
The Residents,
Al Stewart,
Soulsonic Force,
Anakelly,
Quantec,
Connie Case,
Danielle Patucci,
Zapp,
The Five Americans,
Lower 48,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Au Pairs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wings,
The Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.