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 Panama 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Man Parrish to the electroclash 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
New Order,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ice-T,
ABC,
Kas Product,
Crooked Eye,
Deadbeat,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
LL Cool J,
Juan Atkins,
The Gladiators,
Isaac Hayes,
Second Layer,
Kenny Larkin,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick May,
The Sonics,
June of 44,
Q65,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Lynne,
Bad Manners,
Marmalade,
Black Moon,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Terry,
James White and The Blacks,
Quando Quango,
DJ Sneak,
Max Romeo,
Royal Trux,
The Golliwogs,
MDC,
Television Personalities,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oblivians,
Cluster,
Accadde A,
Bobby Womack,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
Althea and Donna,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Copeland,
Absolute Body Control,
UT,
Gichy Dan,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.