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 Switzerland and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grunge 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Basic Channel,
Boogie Down Productions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Invisible,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Prince Buster,
Faust,
June of 44,
The Zeros,
The Standells,
Deakin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Moon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scientists,
Cybotron,
Drive Like Jehu,
LL Cool J,
Sister Nancy,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Trumans Water,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
Godley & Creme,
Byron Stingily,
Livin' Joy,
China Crisis,
Joyce Sims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Enemy,
Boz Scaggs,
Slick Rick,
Eddi Front,
Pierre Henry,
Arab on Radar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joy Division,
The Fortunes,
Urselle,
Electric Prunes,
Wings,
The Angels of Light,
CMW,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Anakelly,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Banda Bassotti,
The United States of America,
The Smiths,
The Toasters,
The Raincoats,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.