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 Angola and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Drive Like Jehu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flash Fearless,
Scion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Lydon,
Erasure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Half Japanese,
New Age Steppers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slave,
Goldenarms,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
Altered Images,
The Happenings,
The Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Talk Talk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Selecter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Public Enemy,
Blancmange,
Flipper,
Nik Kershaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Kinks,
Max Romeo,
The Fugs,
Clear Light,
Lalann,
Simply Red,
Mr. Review,
Boredoms,
Suicide,
Skarface,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faraquet,
Eric Dolphy,
Bad Manners,
Section 25,
Khruangbin,
PIL,
Gang Starr,
The Toasters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scientists,
The Zeros,
Man Parrish,
Wire,
The Fortunes,
Can,
Lou Christie,
The Gladiators,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.