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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Freddie Wadling to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 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 Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalann,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Mission of Burma,
New Age Steppers,
The Neon Judgement,
Dead Boys,
Duran Duran,
the Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Loose Ends,
Suicide,
Severed Heads,
The Mummies,
Ornette Coleman,
Oblivians,
Graham Central Station,
The Buckinghams,
Mr. Review,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arcadia,
Davy DMX,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Bananas,
June of 44,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Josef K,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hot Snakes,
Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Procol Harum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deepchord,
Hoover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
10cc,
John Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
U.S. Maple,
Surgeon,
Letta Mbulu,
Tres Demented,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
H. Thieme,
Oneida,
Pet Shop Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Black Dice,
The Leaves,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.