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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Dead Boys to the crunk 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris Corsano,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thompson Twins,
Kerri Chandler,
Deepchord,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blackbyrds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Foxx,
Kurtis Blow,
Alice Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blossom Toes,
Popol Vuh,
Motorama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Technova,
Alphaville,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Moon,
cv313,
The Mojo Men,
Fugazi,
Flash Fearless,
Janne Schatter,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sound,
The Gladiators,
F. McDonald,
Altered Images,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Fraelich,
Tim Buckley,
Von Mondo,
Symarip,
Sixth Finger,
The Mummies,
Stiv Bators,
Roger Hodgson,
The Star Department,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pylon,
The Stooges,
Rufus Thomas,
Circle Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiohead,
Mantronix,
The Five Americans,
Scion,
Sister Nancy,
The J.B.'s,
Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Parry Music,
Au Pairs,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liliput,
Freddie Wadling,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.