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 Nepal and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Matthew Bourne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Guru Guru,
Albert Ayler,
Prince Buster,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
E-Dancer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Second Layer,
OOIOO,
The Beau Brummels,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sight & Sound,
The Motions,
Smog,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slackers,
Swell Maps,
X-102,
Barry Ungar,
Letta Mbulu,
David Axelrod,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Almond,
Neu!,
U.S. Maple,
Kaleidoscope,
Easy Going,
Eric Copeland,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
Vainqueur,
Chris & Cosey,
Rites of Spring,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Malaria!,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
The Birthday Party,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Residents,
Main Source,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maleditus Sound,
Zapp,
Nick Fraelich,
Youth Brigade,
Slick Rick,
Rotary Connection,
Swans,
The Angels of Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.