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 Latvia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Normal to the dance 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Masters at Work,
Quando Quango,
Joey Negro,
Nirvana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marine Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dual Sessions,
Spandau Ballet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Graham Central Station,
the Sonics,
the Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Erykah Badu,
ABC,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Basic Channel,
MDC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Alarm Clocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Flesh Eaters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Young Marble Giants,
Henry Cow,
Sun City Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
LL Cool J,
Japan,
Cal Tjader,
Roxette,
The Busters,
Gang Starr,
June Days,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Index,
Guru Guru,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gladiators,
The Stooges,
Donald Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Star Department,
The Red Krayola,
Suicide,
Crime,
Alison Limerick,
Scrapy,
Matthew Halsall,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pagans,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.