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 Senegal and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sad Lovers and Giants 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fat Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Hood,
Urselle,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Monolake,
The Zeros,
The Five Americans,
Fatback Band,
The Human League,
Motorama,
Agitation Free,
Nick Fraelich,
Los Fastidios,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aswad,
The Sound,
Scan 7,
Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barbara Tucker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dark Day,
Delta 5,
Sixth Finger,
The Monks,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minny Pops,
The Fall,
Byron Stingily,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Althea and Donna,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
One Last Wish,
Sister Nancy,
Ultravox,
The Pop Group,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fortunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
Moby Grape,
Interpol,
Mars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacques Brel,
Chris Corsano,
Lungfish,
Loose Ends,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.