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 East Timor and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Maurizio 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang On A Can,
Pylon,
Lungfish,
Thee Headcoats,
Cymande,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Howard Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reagan Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Parrish,
The Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Bronski Beat,
B.T. Express,
The Music Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Urselle,
Morten Harket,
The Golliwogs,
Deadbeat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liliput,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Last Poets,
Accadde A,
The American Breed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boredoms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James White and The Blacks,
Wolf Eyes,
Dave Gahan,
Interpol,
DNA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sparks,
John Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Marmalade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lightning Bolt,
The Leaves,
Stiv Bators,
The Doors,
LL Cool J,
The Fugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Lower 48,
Tubeway Army,
Stereo Dub,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.