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 Angola and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The American Breed to the jazz 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deadbeat,
the Sonics,
Qualms,
The Five Americans,
These Immortal Souls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Metal Thangz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
World's Most,
Jeff Lynne,
Ohio Players,
the Normal,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skaos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gregory Isaacs,
U.S. Maple,
The Wake,
China Crisis,
Surgeon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unrelated Segments,
Minny Pops,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Searchers,
John Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultra Naté,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mantronix,
Godley & Creme,
The Golliwogs,
Chrome,
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs,
Mo-Dettes,
The Saints,
Brass Construction,
The Invisible,
The Star Department,
Sound Behaviour,
Faust,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joy Division,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.