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 Kazakhstan and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Goldenarms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Vainqueur,
Shoche,
Delta 5,
Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry's Kids,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Axelrod,
Soulsonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Agent Orange,
Franke,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camouflage,
Siglo XX,
the Association,
Bill Wells,
The Blues Magoos,
Deadbeat,
Boredoms,
The Offenders,
The Victims,
Smog,
John Foxx,
Visage,
Arab on Radar,
Erykah Badu,
David McCallum,
Cecil Taylor,
Barbara Tucker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Unrelated Segments,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Toni Rubio,
Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suicide,
The Velvet Underground,
EPMD,
Funkadelic,
Lalann,
Lindisfarne,
Roxette,
The Walker Brothers,
June of 44,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cluster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bronski Beat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
L. Decosne,
U.S. Maple,
Terry Callier,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.