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 Morocco and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Eddi Front,
X-101,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blake Baxter,
Chris & Cosey,
Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
The Happenings,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker,
David Axelrod,
Second Layer,
Colin Newman,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-Ray Spex,
The Techniques,
Dark Day,
The Gun Club,
X-102,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronnie Foster,
Model 500,
Angry Samoans,
Grauzone,
Albert Ayler,
Index,
Hashim,
Rites of Spring,
Camberwell Now,
Marine Girls,
The American Breed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nik Kershaw,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra,
Derrick May,
Ultravox,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mummies,
Erykah Badu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang On A Can,
Mission of Burma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tom Boy,
Unwound,
David McCallum,
U.S. Maple,
Skaos,
Black Moon,
Cal Tjader,
Circle Jerks,
Fugazi,
Robert Hood,
DNA,
Joe Smooth,
Cluster,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.