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 the UAE and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Sight & Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
the Germs,
The Black Dice,
Inner City,
Jacques Brel,
Visage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sparks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers,
June of 44,
Dawn Penn,
Dark Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shoche,
The Victims,
Chris Corsano,
the Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Television,
Roxy Music,
Country Teasers,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Y Pants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suburban Knight,
Easy Going,
In Retrospect,
The Tremeloes,
The Smiths,
The American Breed,
Davy DMX,
New Age Steppers,
cv313,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
AZ,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Associates,
The Pop Group,
The Saints,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cluster,
Roger Hodgson,
Liliput,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott Heron,
Young Marble Giants,
Tres Demented,
Arthur Verocai,
Camberwell Now,
New Order,
the Human League,
Soft Machine,
David Bowie,
Charles Mingus,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.