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 Afghanistan and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Piero Umiliani to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Pere Ubu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joy Division,
Ice-T,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Supertramp,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Buckinghams,
Gerry Rafferty,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smiths,
Essential Logic,
Funkadelic,
Smog,
Amazonics,
The Count Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rufus Thomas,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gun Club,
Khruangbin,
June Days,
Television,
JFA,
Subhumans,
Motorama,
The Golliwogs,
Albert Ayler,
Section 25,
Interpol,
Matthew Bourne,
Kenny Larkin,
Alice Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soulsonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Japan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harmonia,
John Cale,
Faraquet,
Masters at Work,
The Divine Comedy,
Juan Atkins,
Skaos,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fugs,
Newcleus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.