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 Congo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Curtis Mayfield to the punk 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Copeland,
Kaleidoscope,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxette,
The United States of America,
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar,
Nas,
Bootsy Collins,
Inner City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cybotron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Flag,
the Normal,
Moss Icon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
MC5,
Animal Collective,
Gong,
Qualms,
Flash Fearless,
Eli Mardock,
Colin Newman,
Duran Duran,
Joe Finger,
Pantytec,
The Pretty Things,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Germs,
Black Sheep,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Techniques,
Neil Young,
Skriet,
Amazonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Von Mondo,
Joyce Sims,
the Slits,
Tubeway Army,
The Stooges,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
The Leaves,
Patti Smith,
Parry Music,
Slave,
Laurel Aitken,
In Retrospect,
Magazine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Divine Comedy,
Monolake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drive Like Jehu,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.