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 South Africa and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Cybotron to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Desert Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare,
The Durutti Column,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spandau Ballet,
Patti Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
U.S. Maple,
E-Dancer,
Joey Negro,
Cecil Taylor,
the Bar-Kays,
Joy Division,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Martian,
Soft Machine,
Deepchord,
Negative Approach,
Magma,
In Retrospect,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Wings,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Sneak,
Soulsonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Morten Harket,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television Personalities,
Cameo,
Oblivians,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mad Mike,
Sister Nancy,
The Zeros,
Prince Buster,
Wasted Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Lynne,
Talk Talk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-102,
The Associates,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marmalade,
The Toasters,
Jacob Miller,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ken Boothe,
Section 25,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy Collins,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.