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 Seychelles and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Gerry Rafferty to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Easy Going,
Echospace,
Fluxion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sandy B,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
CMW,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Sherman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fat Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Clear Light,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
Roxette,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arthur Verocai,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arcadia,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Wells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fear,
Public Enemy,
Livin' Joy,
Stetsasonic,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wasted Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Womack,
Michelle Simonal,
Visage,
Yaz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Skatalites,
The Smiths,
The Stooges,
Alton Ellis,
the Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lakeside,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scan 7,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.