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 Germany and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Piero Umiliani to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Junior Murvin,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Germs,
Marine Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Wyatt,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Royal Trux,
Symarip,
Groovy Waters,
La Düsseldorf,
Nico,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yellowson,
Alphaville,
Jandek,
The Seeds,
JFA,
Donald Byrd,
Don Cherry,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Fraelich,
Marmalade,
Swell Maps,
Subhumans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
D'Angelo,
The Techniques,
Sun City Girls,
Main Source,
The Neon Judgement,
The Evens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sex Pistols,
Franke,
Todd Terry,
Grey Daturas,
The Residents,
the Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
The Real Kids,
The Victims,
Rosa Yemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Parry Music,
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Black Dice,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maurizio,
John Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Patti Smith,
Pylon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slick Rick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.