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 Taiwan and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jesper Dahlback to the techno 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grey Daturas,
Y Pants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suicide,
Accadde A,
Bobby Sherman,
The Five Americans,
Suburban Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wings,
The Beau Brummels,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Age Steppers,
June Days,
kango's stein massive,
The Tremeloes,
Bob Dylan,
Zero Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerri Chandler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Martian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Hill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Television,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scan 7,
The Cure,
Duran Duran,
Rosa Yemen,
Glenn Branca,
OOIOO,
Minor Threat,
Sällskapet,
Sister Nancy,
Wally Richardson,
Ponytail,
Tommy Roe,
Lungfish,
Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Newcleus,
Monolake,
Parry Music,
The Fall,
Boredoms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Godley & Creme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Essential Logic,
Eli Mardock,
Alison Limerick,
Scrapy,
Lakeside,
Eden Ahbez,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.