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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mo-Dettes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Unwound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul Sonic Force,
Whodini,
Wally Richardson,
Shoche,
Michelle Simonal,
the Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Enemy,
Lyres,
David McCallum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grauzone,
Chris Corsano,
Young Marble Giants,
Cybotron,
Erykah Badu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun City Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Judy Mowatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Vogues,
The Move,
Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Silicon Teens,
E-Dancer,
Zapp,
Ituana,
Camouflage,
Eden Ahbez,
Model 500,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Bowie,
Joe Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mojo Men,
Archie Shepp,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra,
The Victims,
Cheater Slicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
H. Thieme,
Brand Nubian,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.