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 Belize and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ponytail to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Sugar Minott,
Lower 48,
Nils Olav,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minor Threat,
Spoonie Gee,
Idris Muhammad,
the Association,
The Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Cybotron,
The Slits,
Moebius,
The American Breed,
L. Decosne,
New Age Steppers,
Stiv Bators,
Grauzone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arcadia,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Trumans Water,
Japan,
Main Source,
Heaven 17,
Robert Hood,
Pantaleimon,
The Moleskins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Y Pants,
David Axelrod,
The Black Dice,
June of 44,
Procol Harum,
Colin Newman,
Urselle,
Kerri Chandler,
Scion,
Scientists,
Dead Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sandy B,
Black Bananas,
Suicide,
Q and Not U,
Rufus Thomas,
Pere Ubu,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Dolphy,
The Residents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monolake,
Inner City,
The Trojans,
Godley & Creme,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.