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 Algeria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Surgeon 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faust,
Erasure,
Television Personalities,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Main Source,
The Dirtbombs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerri Chandler,
X-101,
Man Eating Sloth,
OOIOO,
Q65,
Saccharine Trust,
These Immortal Souls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arcadia,
Tubeway Army,
The Buckinghams,
The Slackers,
E-Dancer,
Derrick May,
Eli Mardock,
Groovy Waters,
X-102,
Q and Not U,
MDC,
La Düsseldorf,
Rosa Yemen,
Surgeon,
Oneida,
The United States of America,
Michelle Simonal,
Sam Rivers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Flag,
Agitation Free,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
8 Eyed Spy,
L. Decosne,
Donald Byrd,
EPMD,
Dark Day,
Stereo Dub,
Make Up,
Janne Schatter,
The Fugs,
The Searchers,
Marc Almond,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amazonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Idris Muhammad,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.