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 Paraguay and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Sister Nancy to the funk 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Barbara Tucker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Deepchord,
The Move,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Sight & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Glenn Branca,
The Martian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funky Four + One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rekid,
Banda Bassotti,
Section 25,
Joe Finger,
Amazonics,
Joey Negro,
The Moleskins,
Tommy Roe,
FM Einheit,
E-Dancer,
Nik Kershaw,
Duran Duran,
Magma,
Suburban Knight,
Can,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Depeche Mode,
Leonard Cohen,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Brick,
Thompson Twins,
kango's stein massive,
B.T. Express,
Popol Vuh,
The Selecter,
The Misunderstood,
Wolf Eyes,
Pylon,
Minor Threat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
the Sonics,
Massinfluence,
Throbbing Gristle,
Susan Cadogan,
The Victims,
Severed Heads,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.