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 Singapore and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
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 guitar 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 Banda Bassotti to the disco 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Rod Modell,
Organ,
The Tremeloes,
Moebius,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alice Coltrane,
Jawbox,
Simply Red,
Barrington Levy,
Visage,
Derrick May,
The Litter,
Guru Guru,
Nirvana,
Scrapy,
The Birthday Party,
Rites of Spring,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Clarke,
Vladislav Delay,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Audionom,
The Searchers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Remains,
David Bowie,
Pylon,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABC,
Pole,
EPMD,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
cv313,
Tommy Roe,
Outsiders,
Infiniti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Detroit Cobras,
Colin Newman,
Mars,
The Cramps,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rosa Yemen,
Khruangbin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monks,
Lungfish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Morten Harket,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Q and Not U,
Depeche Mode,
Scratch Acid,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Womack,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.