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 Haiti and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
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 harpsichord 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 kango's stein massive to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The Doors,
Siglo XX,
The Fugs,
Half Japanese,
Aaron Thompson,
The Names,
Vladislav Delay,
Scrapy,
Iggy Pop,
Harpers Bizarre,
Janne Schatter,
Brass Construction,
Circle Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Severed Heads,
Man Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Silicon Teens,
the Fania All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
Chris Corsano,
Flash Fearless,
The Red Krayola,
Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Grass Roots,
Reuben Wilson,
X-101,
the Swans,
Sällskapet,
Monolake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Smooth,
The Music Machine,
The Evens,
Aswad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hoover,
Saccharine Trust,
Mission of Burma,
The Gap Band,
Tim Buckley,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funkadelic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shuggie Otis,
Eli Mardock,
The Busters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alphaville,
Sight & Sound,
Boredoms,
The Cowsills,
Q65,
Yaz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
The Associates,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Howard Jones,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.