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 Zimbabwe and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Iggy Pop to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Pole,
June Days,
Shuggie Otis,
Blancmange,
Rotary Connection,
Minny Pops,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slits,
Accadde A,
The Techniques,
Cheater Slicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mantronix,
Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Smog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lower 48,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul II Soul,
Amazonics,
The Misunderstood,
Rufus Thomas,
F. McDonald,
T. Rex,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlback,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Raincoats,
John Holt,
Bronski Beat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hoover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reagan Youth,
Guru Guru,
Country Teasers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brand Nubian,
Marmalade,
Ten City,
Andrew Hill,
Pussy Galore,
Aural Exciters,
Soulsonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scan 7,
The Motions,
Faraquet,
Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Bananas,
Mars,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.