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 Gambia and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Sarah Menescal to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Joyce Sims,
Scion,
The Star Department,
Rapeman,
The Buckinghams,
Kool Moe Dee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swans,
The Barracudas,
Prince Buster,
Hashim,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Technova,
Byron Stingily,
Al Stewart,
Aloha Tigers,
ABBA,
Livin' Joy,
Gichy Dan,
Pagans,
Niagra,
EPMD,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare,
The Moody Blues,
Soul II Soul,
the Human League,
Deakin,
Rotary Connection,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cecil Taylor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blues Magoos,
Mission of Burma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Christie,
a-ha,
Harry Pussy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Busters,
Vainqueur,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
Tres Demented,
Simply Red,
E-Dancer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thee Headcoats,
AZ,
The Index,
Flash Fearless,
Fluxion,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.