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 Gabon and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Cale to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Order,
The United States of America,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Buckinghams,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quando Quango,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flipper,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nico,
Leonard Cohen,
Los Fastidios,
Theoretical Girls,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Massinfluence,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Germs,
Arab on Radar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Danielle Patucci,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alton Ellis,
Fugazi,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Almond,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lucky Dragons,
Letta Mbulu,
Section 25,
Tim Buckley,
The Pop Group,
Marshall Jefferson,
Janne Schatter,
The Moody Blues,
Carl Craig,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mission of Burma,
Angry Samoans,
Youth Brigade,
Swell Maps,
Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Procol Harum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visage,
The Music Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Graham Central Station,
Yellowson,
Howard Jones,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.