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 Honduras and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Wally Richardson to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Chris Corsano,
Cheater Slicks,
a-ha,
Nick Fraelich,
Morten Harket,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eddi Front,
China Crisis,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Invisible,
Joy Division,
The United States of America,
The Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Icehouse,
David McCallum,
The Motions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
Oneida,
Spoonie Gee,
Niagra,
Easy Going,
The Raincoats,
The Birthday Party,
Visage,
The Associates,
Barbara Tucker,
Aaron Thompson,
Marmalade,
Adolescents,
John Holt,
John Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
Dead Boys,
The Index,
Sonic Youth,
Surgeon,
Fatback Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Mandrill,
The Star Department,
Japan,
Delon & Dalcan,
K-Klass,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers,
AZ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Evens,
Connie Case,
Ornette Coleman,
The Modern Lovers,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.