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 Netherlands and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eurythmics 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris & Cosey,
The Real Kids,
The American Breed,
Dead Boys,
Mandrill,
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
the Swans,
The Gap Band,
Byron Stingily,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Finger,
Kas Product,
The Doors,
Alphaville,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suicide,
Rites of Spring,
Joyce Sims,
Procol Harum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Loose Ends,
Boz Scaggs,
Ice-T,
Crash Course in Science,
Susan Cadogan,
Minutemen,
Maurizio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blackbyrds,
Grey Daturas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cameo,
Michelle Simonal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Kinks,
The Invisible,
EPMD,
Joe Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zapp,
Sixth Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacques Brel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oneida,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young,
Grauzone,
Tim Buckley,
Agent Orange,
Tom Boy,
Monolake,
Swans,
Lungfish,
Lou Christie,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.