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 Seychelles and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sister Nancy to the grunge 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Model 500,
Toni Rubio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Graham Central Station,
Mantronix,
the Bar-Kays,
Howard Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T.S.O.L.,
Fela Kuti,
Average White Band,
The Five Americans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Vogues,
Radio Birdman,
The Walker Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Moss Icon,
Slick Rick,
Index,
Jeff Mills,
The Music Machine,
The Sound,
The Zeros,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crooked Eye,
Quantec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ossler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Mandrill,
Khruangbin,
Silicon Teens,
Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chrome,
Q and Not U,
Henry Cow,
The Wake,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy Collins,
Arthur Verocai,
The Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Cybotron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maurizio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris Corsano,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.