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 Netherlands and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 James Chance & The Contortions to the techno 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 Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brand Nubian,
The Cure,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ice-T,
Johnny Clarke,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Green,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Inner City,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rapeman,
Wings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hardrive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funky Four + One,
Second Layer,
The Stooges,
Roxette,
Arab on Radar,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monochrome Set,
David McCallum,
Essential Logic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pole,
The Cowsills,
Zapp,
The Gories,
D'Angelo,
the Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slackers,
Wally Richardson,
Roxy Music,
Main Source,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Skaos,
Infiniti,
Newcleus,
Tres Demented,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radio Birdman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.