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 St Lucia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ralphi Rosario to the punk 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Agent Orange,
Faust,
Robert Wyatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Sam Rivers,
Audionom,
Rekid,
MC5,
Man Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
The Monochrome Set,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hasil Adkins,
The American Breed,
The Associates,
Technova,
Masters at Work,
Slave,
Babytalk,
Crime,
Ultravox,
Godley & Creme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skaos,
Khruangbin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Skatalites,
Suicide,
The United States of America,
Marc Almond,
Goldenarms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Cymande,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra,
Infiniti,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker,
Rufus Thomas,
Neu!,
Todd Terry,
Spoonie Gee,
David Axelrod,
The Victims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ossler,
Metal Thangz,
Pulsallama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bronski Beat,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.