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 Iran and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide 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 Moss Icon to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Little Man,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gap Band,
Warsaw,
Lou Christie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Rundgren,
Erykah Badu,
Harry Pussy,
OOIOO,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June Days,
Lou Reed,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fela Kuti,
Model 500,
The Doors,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Popol Vuh,
Marine Girls,
Cymande,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Desert Stars,
The Standells,
Max Romeo,
Severed Heads,
Au Pairs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vainqueur,
Nils Olav,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
FM Einheit,
R.M.O.,
The Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
the Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Drexciya,
Intrusion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Bourne,
The American Breed,
The Pretty Things,
a-ha,
Magma,
Ohio Players,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxette,
Simply Red,
Aloha Tigers,
Arab on Radar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.