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 Costa Rica and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Nirvana to the techno 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eddi Front,
Delta 5,
Darondo,
Tomorrow,
The Busters,
John Holt,
The Mummies,
Y Pants,
Mantronix,
Yusef Lateef,
Ludus,
Carl Craig,
the Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sparks,
Grey Daturas,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slackers,
Gang Starr,
Bronski Beat,
Franke,
Qualms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Lynne,
Mark Hollis,
Dark Day,
Dead Boys,
The Stooges,
Barry Ungar,
Japan,
Shoche,
Peter and Kerry,
The Raincoats,
Connie Case,
The Gories,
June of 44,
Procol Harum,
The Five Americans,
Thee Headcoats,
Essential Logic,
Echospace,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Motorama,
Amazonics,
Visage,
The Gap Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
FM Einheit,
Tim Buckley,
Charles Mingus,
E-Dancer,
Brass Construction,
Slave,
Marvin Gaye,
Dawn Penn,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kayak,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.