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 Cyprus and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Star Department to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Names,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Loose Ends,
The Durutti Column,
The Vogues,
Glenn Branca,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scrapy,
Faust,
Ultravox,
Moebius,
R.M.O.,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul II Soul,
Minutemen,
Masters at Work,
Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
The Count Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Age Steppers,
The Divine Comedy,
Thompson Twins,
Negative Approach,
DJ Style,
Sound Behaviour,
Agent Orange,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marvin Gaye,
Skarface,
Arthur Verocai,
LL Cool J,
Zapp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tom Boy,
The Gap Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Lindisfarne,
Massinfluence,
Dave Gahan,
The Red Krayola,
The Modern Lovers,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drexciya,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smoke,
Andrew Hill,
Rufus Thomas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barrington Levy,
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skaos,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.