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 Philippines and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Colin Newman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Barbara Tucker,
Steve Hackett,
Barry Ungar,
Alton Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Max Romeo,
the Bar-Kays,
Roger Hodgson,
Main Source,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Almond,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Durutti Column,
Iggy Pop,
a-ha,
PIL,
Darondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donny Hathaway,
John Lydon,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Standells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
cv313,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Hood,
Sister Nancy,
Eve St. Jones,
Skriet,
Peter & Gordon,
Blancmange,
Gichy Dan,
David Axelrod,
One Last Wish,
Robert Görl,
Swell Maps,
Pulsallama,
Rekid,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Bananas,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
48th St. Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Davy DMX,
Warsaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wings,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.