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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 F. McDonald to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
the Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Bush Tetras,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Sneak,
Desert Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Don Cherry,
Joyce Sims,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Move,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boz Scaggs,
Oblivians,
Lucky Dragons,
China Crisis,
Anakelly,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Youth Brigade,
The Modern Lovers,
Connie Case,
Yazoo,
Mandrill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Associates,
Country Teasers,
Dennis Brown,
Dave Gahan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dead C,
Maurizio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fugs,
The Mummies,
The Moleskins,
Scratch Acid,
The Martian,
Depeche Mode,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grauzone,
Livin' Joy,
Theoretical Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lightning Bolt,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
AZ,
Eric Copeland,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Wake,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.