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 Liechtenstein and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stiv Bators to the disco 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang of Four,
Audionom,
Rufus Thomas,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare,
Marmalade,
Nick Fraelich,
Frankie Knuckles,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mandrill,
Lower 48,
Japan,
Boredoms,
The American Breed,
Minnie Riperton,
Procol Harum,
Altered Images,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liliput,
Kayak,
The Birthday Party,
X-101,
The Slackers,
Vainqueur,
Bush Tetras,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Don Cherry,
Minor Threat,
Blancmange,
Masters at Work,
The Durutti Column,
Bronski Beat,
Visage,
Popol Vuh,
Lungfish,
Al Stewart,
The Gladiators,
James White and The Blacks,
Thee Headcoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
JFA,
The Divine Comedy,
Slick Rick,
Von Mondo,
Skriet,
Roxette,
Anakelly,
The Five Americans,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker,
Metal Thangz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
Television Personalities,
Darondo,
Steve Hackett,
Index,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.