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 Pakistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 B.T. Express to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Five Americans,
The Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
The Detroit Cobras,
Juan Atkins,
Suicide,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fad Gadget,
Average White Band,
Second Layer,
Oneida,
Glenn Branca,
Isaac Hayes,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crooked Eye,
Severed Heads,
Deepchord,
D'Angelo,
Tommy Roe,
FM Einheit,
Jerry's Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gories,
Underground Resistance,
L. Decosne,
Blossom Toes,
Scratch Acid,
The Residents,
Banda Bassotti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Accadde A,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gap Band,
Urselle,
The Names,
The Fortunes,
MDC,
Sun Ra,
Mark Hollis,
Theoretical Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Christie,
Cymande,
Brick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faraquet,
The Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Görl,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yazoo,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.