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 Rwanda and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the disco 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
The Invisible,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nirvana,
Make Up,
Bush Tetras,
Prince Buster,
the Bar-Kays,
Lucky Dragons,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Guru Guru,
Sandy B,
La Düsseldorf,
Infiniti,
Peter and Kerry,
Easy Going,
Qualms,
Monolake,
Young Marble Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New York Dolls,
Magma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eli Mardock,
The Residents,
Brick,
Soulsonic Force,
the Association,
Average White Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Section 25,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June Days,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Finger,
Television Personalities,
Magazine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Whodini,
Dead Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Harry Pussy,
Rites of Spring,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gun Club,
Jacques Brel,
The Barracudas,
UT,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Dolphy,
The Beau Brummels,
Scratch Acid,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ludus,
Junior Murvin,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.