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 El Salvador and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Darondo to the electroclash 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
E-Dancer,
David Axelrod,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter and Kerry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Porter Ricks,
Massinfluence,
Grey Daturas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joy Division,
Skarface,
K-Klass,
Subhumans,
Wolf Eyes,
Kurtis Blow,
Sarah Menescal,
T.S.O.L.,
The Angels of Light,
Wire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fluxion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Residents,
The Trojans,
The Blackbyrds,
La Düsseldorf,
Little Man,
Roxy Music,
X-102,
U.S. Maple,
Arthur Verocai,
the Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Isaac Hayes,
The Toasters,
Cybotron,
Visage,
Main Source,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arab on Radar,
X-101,
Minutemen,
AZ,
Stiv Bators,
Alphaville,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magazine,
The J.B.'s,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
8 Eyed Spy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terry Callier,
D'Angelo,
cv313,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.