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 the UAE and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gichy Dan to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed,
Darondo,
Fear,
Barrington Levy,
Hardrive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quantec,
The Names,
Lou Christie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flash Fearless,
Blossom Toes,
Yusef Lateef,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boredoms,
Depeche Mode,
New Age Steppers,
Chris & Cosey,
Ponytail,
kango's stein massive,
Fatback Band,
Bluetip,
Subhumans,
Nik Kershaw,
OOIOO,
Inner City,
F. McDonald,
Albert Ayler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Adolescents,
Suburban Knight,
The Offenders,
The Buckinghams,
Hasil Adkins,
The Birthday Party,
The Fortunes,
The Stooges,
Ultravox,
R.M.O.,
Angry Samoans,
Joey Negro,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donny Hathaway,
Ken Boothe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronan,
The Invisible,
Eve St. Jones,
Suicide,
Ludus,
Funkadelic,
X-102,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.