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 Barbados and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Faraquet to the jazz 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor 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?
DJ Style,
Angry Samoans,
Bauhaus,
Amazonics,
Erasure,
Swell Maps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxette,
Avey Tare,
Kool Moe Dee,
UT,
The Modern Lovers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Audionom,
The Stooges,
The Gladiators,
June Days,
Duran Duran,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Dawn Penn,
Schoolly D,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zapp,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Wake,
a-ha,
Q65,
Reagan Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Terry,
The Saints,
Crime,
Country Teasers,
Fluxion,
Mars,
The Gap Band,
Stetsasonic,
The Motions,
The Dead C,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Niagra,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fortunes,
Davy DMX,
Skriet,
Sällskapet,
Von Mondo,
Deepchord,
JFA,
Radio Birdman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Young Rascals,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.