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 Poland and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
L. Decosne,
Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Neu!,
Maurizio,
Drexciya,
Judy Mowatt,
OOIOO,
The Divine Comedy,
Howard Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Aswad,
Pere Ubu,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Mills,
Aural Exciters,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Names,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Essential Logic,
The Vogues,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hoover,
Brothers Johnson,
New York Dolls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Patti Smith,
John Foxx,
The Birthday Party,
The Star Department,
Excepter,
Pantytec,
Fugazi,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultravox,
The Beau Brummels,
Thompson Twins,
E-Dancer,
Skarface,
10cc,
Scientists,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yellowson,
ABBA,
Tim Buckley,
Magma,
Moss Icon,
The Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Easy Going,
the Swans,
Tom Boy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Michelle Simonal,
Zapp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lakeside,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.