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 Bangladesh and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Donald Fagen 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 Grandmaster Flash to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Buckinghams,
Amazonics,
Blancmange,
Nico,
Robert Görl,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Human League,
Sight & Sound,
The Mummies,
Blossom Toes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wire,
Patti Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Ten City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nils Olav,
Youth Brigade,
OOIOO,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vainqueur,
Laurel Aitken,
Half Japanese,
Japan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ornette Coleman,
Nirvana,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Christie,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Lynne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun City Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crooked Eye,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kas Product,
Suicide,
Barbara Tucker,
cv313,
Gang Starr,
Masters at Work,
James White and The Blacks,
EPMD,
Chris Corsano,
Lungfish,
Althea and Donna,
The Smiths,
Joy Division,
The J.B.'s,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Depeche Mode,
The Count Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.