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 Lithuania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 The Buckinghams to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Evens,
Fad Gadget,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Rundgren,
Warsaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Con Funk Shun,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
Suicide,
The Monochrome Set,
Bad Manners,
Arab on Radar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marine Girls,
The Dead C,
Monolake,
Ultra Naté,
Mo-Dettes,
The Golliwogs,
Icehouse,
The United States of America,
New Order,
Cal Tjader,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Green,
Colin Newman,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
The Move,
Theoretical Girls,
the Germs,
Duran Duran,
Joyce Sims,
In Retrospect,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxy Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Remains,
The Index,
The Moody Blues,
Cluster,
Agent Orange,
The Wake,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
R.M.O.,
kango's stein massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
Roxette,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.