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 Angola and from New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Bronski Beat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Sparks,
Lou Christie,
The Moleskins,
The Red Krayola,
Gabor Szabo,
Spandau Ballet,
The Durutti Column,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dead C,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television,
Main Source,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alice Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Heaven 17,
Michelle Simonal,
Underground Resistance,
The Evens,
Arab on Radar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drexciya,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Mark Hollis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crooked Eye,
Index,
Lindisfarne,
Barrington Levy,
Brand Nubian,
Erasure,
Subhumans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Second Layer,
Skriet,
The Victims,
JFA,
Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Animal Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blake Baxter,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fall,
The Velvet Underground,
The Associates,
Rhythm & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
R.M.O.,
Lungfish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visage,
The Blackbyrds,
The Knickerbockers,
Quantec,
Suburban Knight,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.