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 Maldives and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Tears for Fears to the disco 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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Public Enemy,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drexciya,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Standells,
Scientists,
LL Cool J,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Womack,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skriet,
Funkadelic,
Camberwell Now,
Wings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Clear Light,
Dual Sessions,
Rod Modell,
Unrelated Segments,
Girls At Our Best!,
Althea and Donna,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Christie,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Germs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eurythmics,
Schoolly D,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Hill,
Mo-Dettes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Remains,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Happenings,
The Motions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Starr,
KRS-One,
Theoretical Girls,
Marmalade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Stooges,
Tropical Tobacco,
Qualms,
Gil Scott Heron,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ossler,
CMW,
Bill Near,
Lower 48,
Sister Nancy,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.