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 Belize and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultimate Spinach to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed,
Duran Duran,
L. Decosne,
Josef K,
Flash Fearless,
F. McDonald,
Jawbox,
Sight & Sound,
The Fall,
Nick Fraelich,
The Five Americans,
Peter and Kerry,
Scion,
ABBA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brass Construction,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maleditus Sound,
Scrapy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare,
Essential Logic,
Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Last Poets,
Robert Görl,
Sonic Youth,
Au Pairs,
Moss Icon,
Agent Orange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Flag,
The Human League,
Harmonia,
Loose Ends,
MC5,
Delta 5,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Style,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
Zero Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lucky Dragons,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Junior Murvin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yusef Lateef,
Grauzone,
R.M.O.,
Patti Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.