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 Kuwait and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joyce Sims to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Barracudas,
Nas,
Japan,
Warsaw,
Urselle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doors,
T. Rex,
The Selecter,
The Last Poets,
The Searchers,
The Leaves,
Steve Hackett,
Schoolly D,
Alison Limerick,
Yellowson,
Derrick May,
Pussy Galore,
Eric B and Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Connie Case,
PIL,
X-101,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gories,
The Cure,
Bootsy Collins,
Agitation Free,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gap Band,
The Fuzztones,
Tom Boy,
Outsiders,
Television Personalities,
The Gladiators,
Kayak,
Pole,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Panda Bear,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
Barrington Levy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eurythmics,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Modern Lovers,
In Retrospect,
Franke,
Ornette Coleman,
New Order,
Dawn Penn,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
Easy Going,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.