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 Georgia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 The Trojans to the grunge 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Rakim,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harmonia,
Hot Snakes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
Cheater Slicks,
Aural Exciters,
The Count Five,
cv313,
The Toasters,
Infiniti,
Sparks,
Pulsallama,
Ultra Naté,
The Shadows of Knight,
Adolescents,
Radiohead,
Bang On A Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Danielle Patucci,
U.S. Maple,
the Bar-Kays,
Colin Newman,
Derrick Morgan,
Moby Grape,
Skriet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
CMW,
the Normal,
Lou Reed,
This Heat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gong,
The Evens,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blake Baxter,
The Cowsills,
Eurythmics,
Archie Shepp,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Hood,
Tim Buckley,
Pylon,
Roxette,
Franke,
The Neon Judgement,
Kenny Larkin,
Lindisfarne,
World's Most,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quando Quango,
Inner City,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.