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 Suriname and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Trumans Water to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Interpol,
Bauhaus,
The Saints,
the Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Drexciya,
The Leaves,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nico,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Depeche Mode,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Pylon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispy Ambulance,
Theoretical Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Grauzone,
Livin' Joy,
Average White Band,
The Fall,
Toni Rubio,
Albert Ayler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dark Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerri Chandler,
Zero Boys,
The Cowsills,
Josef K,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sixth Finger,
Minutemen,
Derrick May,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
New York Dolls,
The American Breed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
Harry Pussy,
Fear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Janne Schatter,
Index,
Faraquet,
Eddi Front,
kango's stein massive,
Clear Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
The Doors,
Monolake,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.