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 Italy 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Gang Dance to the crunk 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Japan,
CMW,
Suicide,
Y Pants,
Tim Buckley,
Donald Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Rosa Yemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxette,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eurythmics,
Pere Ubu,
Dead Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Masters at Work,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Eddi Front,
Josef K,
Aaron Thompson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rod Modell,
Gichy Dan,
Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aural Exciters,
Jandek,
Kenny Larkin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Little Man,
Michelle Simonal,
Althea and Donna,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cowsills,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gap Band,
Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Normal,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Terry,
The Raincoats,
The Blackbyrds,
Qualms,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.