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 Cambodia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Schoolly D to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Scion,
Lyres,
Blossom Toes,
Connie Case,
Tom Boy,
Siglo XX,
Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
LL Cool J,
Supertramp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Susan Cadogan,
T.S.O.L.,
The Wake,
New Age Steppers,
Gang of Four,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
The Count Five,
Eddi Front,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pole,
Yazoo,
Agent Orange,
Henry Cow,
The Happenings,
Parry Music,
Don Cherry,
Ice-T,
Scratch Acid,
Monks,
Al Stewart,
The Slits,
Excepter,
Nils Olav,
KRS-One,
In Retrospect,
Toni Rubio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ponytail,
Jacob Miller,
Kayak,
F. McDonald,
Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Slick Rick,
The Move,
Jerry's Kids,
Pere Ubu,
Suburban Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bad Manners,
The Dead C,
Crooked Eye,
Cybotron,
Kenny Larkin,
The Grass Roots,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.