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 Senegal and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 In Retrospect 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Royal Trux,
ABC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sight & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Dorothy Ashby,
Infiniti,
Davy DMX,
Schoolly D,
La Düsseldorf,
Archie Shepp,
Sparks,
Marc Almond,
Scion,
Carl Craig,
Terry Callier,
Desert Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
The Human League,
Mantronix,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cymande,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scratch Acid,
Amazonics,
Half Japanese,
Von Mondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Radio Birdman,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The New Christs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
F. McDonald,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultravox,
Black Pus,
Black Moon,
Los Fastidios,
The Divine Comedy,
Rod Modell,
World's Most,
Make Up,
Crash Course in Science,
Smog,
Main Source,
Fatback Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Green,
Arcadia,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ituana,
Tommy Roe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.