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 Nicaragua and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nico to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! 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?
Iggy Pop,
Lou Christie,
Robert Wyatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Age Steppers,
Peter & Gordon,
Faraquet,
Circle Jerks,
Easy Going,
Y Pants,
The Evens,
The Toasters,
the Association,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra,
David Bowie,
Todd Terry,
The Modern Lovers,
Mission of Burma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Kinks,
Yusef Lateef,
Slave,
Cluster,
Q65,
Lindisfarne,
The Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cheater Slicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick Morgan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marine Girls,
Slick Rick,
kango's stein massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Green,
MDC,
Pulsallama,
Man Parrish,
Gong,
Mr. Review,
Heaven 17,
EPMD,
the Fania All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
The Zeros,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crime,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donald Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blues Magoos,
Rekid,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.