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 Cape Verde and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 JFA to the rock 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
the Normal,
Unrelated Segments,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronan,
Rapeman,
Los Fastidios,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ten City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Steve Hackett,
The Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Pulsallama,
Shoche,
Johnny Clarke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Alphaville,
Ken Boothe,
Little Man,
Desert Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Dolphy,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eden Ahbez,
Maurizio,
Wings,
Y Pants,
The Techniques,
The Leaves,
Icehouse,
the Association,
Skriet,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Absolute Body Control,
The Count Five,
The Victims,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris & Cosey,
One Last Wish,
Lakeside,
Aural Exciters,
Yaz,
Anakelly,
Maleditus Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
U.S. Maple,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
World's Most,
The Flesh Eaters,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacob Miller,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.