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 Palau and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Susan Cadogan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Josef K,
Flamin' Groovies,
Laurel Aitken,
LL Cool J,
Kenny Larkin,
Barrington Levy,
Jawbox,
Camberwell Now,
Funkadelic,
Joe Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Deakin,
Erasure,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minny Pops,
Pulsallama,
Piero Umiliani,
Oneida,
UT,
Maleditus Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Mars,
Von Mondo,
Black Bananas,
La Düsseldorf,
Stiv Bators,
Minor Threat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lindisfarne,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Green,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cecil Taylor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Lynne,
The Misunderstood,
Marvin Gaye,
Deepchord,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül II,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Angels of Light,
The Human League,
Desert Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Fatback Band,
Q65,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Christie,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.