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 Azerbaijan and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agitation Free,
Mandrill,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Vogues,
ABC,
The Golliwogs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
the Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
June Days,
Isaac Hayes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rod Modell,
Magma,
the Slits,
Prince Buster,
Deakin,
The Red Krayola,
The Gun Club,
Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pagans,
Faraquet,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxy Music,
Maurizio,
Janne Schatter,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed,
Fad Gadget,
Urselle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Age Steppers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-101,
Stetsasonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pop Group,
Nick Fraelich,
Agent Orange,
Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers,
Little Man,
Gong,
Jeff Mills,
The Blackbyrds,
Sarah Menescal,
The Invisible,
A Certain Ratio,
Quantec,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.