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 Montenegro and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Lower 48 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Vogues,
Cameo,
Smog,
Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Index,
the Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Model 500,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dave Gahan,
Crime,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Babytalk,
The Fuzztones,
Nirvana,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlback,
In Retrospect,
The Slits,
The Gories,
Minor Threat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flipper,
Eli Mardock,
Outsiders,
Infiniti,
Technova,
cv313,
The New Christs,
Tom Boy,
Cecil Taylor,
Arcadia,
Surgeon,
Nas,
Black Pus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skaos,
Guru Guru,
Ornette Coleman,
Wings,
Whodini,
the Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yazoo,
Brick,
Young Marble Giants,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television Personalities,
Chris & Cosey,
Absolute Body Control,
The Motions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Clarke,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.