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 Morocco 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rufus Thomas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suburban Knight,
Ten City,
Von Mondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Holt,
Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
The Five Americans,
Yaz,
Franke,
The Searchers,
Nik Kershaw,
Sugar Minott,
This Heat,
Leonard Cohen,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Görl,
the Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Suicide,
Steve Hackett,
Duran Duran,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dawn Penn,
Oneida,
Yazoo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deepchord,
Nirvana,
Bill Wells,
Clear Light,
Scan 7,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flash Fearless,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gabor Szabo,
Ornette Coleman,
Deadbeat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minny Pops,
Barrington Levy,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.