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 Uganda and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Gang Gang Dance to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
This Heat,
Sister Nancy,
B.T. Express,
David Bowie,
Silicon Teens,
Crime,
A Flock of Seagulls,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blues Magoos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Age Steppers,
ABBA,
Khruangbin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sandy B,
Young Marble Giants,
X-101,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Near,
Goldenarms,
Cymande,
Audionom,
Bizarre Inc.,
Animal Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suburban Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Brass Construction,
Fluxion,
Hardrive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pagans,
Jerry's Kids,
Technova,
Sparks,
The Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yellowson,
T.S.O.L.,
Altered Images,
The Smiths,
New York Dolls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cameo,
Joe Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cybotron,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Reuben Wilson,
Piero Umiliani,
Isaac Hayes,
U.S. Maple,
Blake Baxter,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.