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 Sierra Leone and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Stockholm Monsters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX 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?
Jandek,
Mantronix,
Eve St. Jones,
Au Pairs,
The Busters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Idris Muhammad,
The Seeds,
Neu!,
The Move,
Gang Gang Dance,
Massinfluence,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brothers Johnson,
Shoche,
Mad Mike,
Josef K,
Flipper,
The Music Machine,
The Fortunes,
Vainqueur,
Reagan Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pole,
Harry Pussy,
Ossler,
Aloha Tigers,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Graham Central Station,
Trumans Water,
The Associates,
Slave,
A Certain Ratio,
Desert Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxette,
The Motions,
Dennis Brown,
X-Ray Spex,
Interpol,
The Cure,
UT,
Niagra,
Zapp,
Arcadia,
Clear Light,
The Stooges,
The Last Poets,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music,
The Index,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eden Ahbez,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.