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 Niger and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare,
JFA,
Motorama,
Delta 5,
Letta Mbulu,
Lindisfarne,
Stereo Dub,
The Pop Group,
cv313,
The Fall,
Arcadia,
Livin' Joy,
Television,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultravox,
Minnie Riperton,
Silicon Teens,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Angels of Light,
The Young Rascals,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nik Kershaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Tubeway Army,
Y Pants,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Bourne,
Slave,
Joyce Sims,
The Trojans,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doors,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra,
Ossler,
Amazonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nico,
Slick Rick,
Fad Gadget,
Tres Demented,
Roger Hodgson,
Urselle,
MDC,
Hasil Adkins,
Eddi Front,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Offenders,
Tom Boy,
Fluxion,
The J.B.'s,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.