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 Saudi Arabia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jerry's Kids 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sound,
David McCallum,
Pantaleimon,
The Misunderstood,
Ronan,
Crash Course in Science,
Tres Demented,
Delta 5,
John Lydon,
CMW,
Lyres,
Yazoo,
Aloha Tigers,
Rekid,
Robert Hood,
Subhumans,
Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Talk Talk,
Rod Modell,
Michelle Simonal,
Deepchord,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sound Behaviour,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scion,
The Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick May,
The Grass Roots,
Skaos,
Blancmange,
The Birthday Party,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Names,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
R.M.O.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eurythmics,
The Durutti Column,
Simply Red,
Minor Threat,
Technova,
Jerry's Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
K-Klass,
The Busters,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Bananas,
The Toasters,
Joensuu 1685,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.