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 Spain and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Barrington Levy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Suicide,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thompson Twins,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Saints,
Nico,
Hot Snakes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Invisible,
Scratch Acid,
a-ha,
Skaos,
Spoonie Gee,
The Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantaleimon,
Bob Dylan,
Piero Umiliani,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
L. Decosne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siglo XX,
Pierre Henry,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Sherman,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed,
Iggy Pop,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Busters,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonic Youth,
Guru Guru,
Alton Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott Heron,
Japan,
The Toasters,
Hardrive,
Yaz,
Eddi Front,
the Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
UT,
The Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Walker Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
The Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moss Icon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Five Americans,
Sexual Harrassment,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.