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 Afghanistan and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sun Ra to the grunge 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monks,
Jandek,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Angels of Light,
Swell Maps,
The Standells,
Grauzone,
Rod Modell,
The Red Krayola,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bauhaus,
Brick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sister Nancy,
Reagan Youth,
The Toasters,
Connie Case,
Jimmy McGriff,
Carl Craig,
Underground Resistance,
Slick Rick,
Eddi Front,
The Searchers,
Rotary Connection,
Bluetip,
Yazoo,
Tears for Fears,
Funkadelic,
Q and Not U,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABBA,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Janne Schatter,
Supertramp,
Aaron Thompson,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra,
Outsiders,
Amazonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Hardrive,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erasure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Los Fastidios,
B.T. Express,
The Cure,
Nico,
Second Layer,
PIL,
The Sound,
R.M.O.,
Jacques Brel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slave,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.