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 Kuwait and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Tubeway Army to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Underground Resistance,
MC5,
Thee Headcoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Tremeloes,
Soul II Soul,
Grey Daturas,
Reagan Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Delta 5,
Hoover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABBA,
Silicon Teens,
The Mojo Men,
Faraquet,
Toni Rubio,
Davy DMX,
Slave,
Con Funk Shun,
Archie Shepp,
Malaria!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Massinfluence,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Motorama,
Franke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Josef K,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deakin,
In Retrospect,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dawn Penn,
Lyres,
Isaac Hayes,
Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pretty Things,
Bush Tetras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Freddie Wadling,
The Music Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Parry Music,
The Fuzztones,
Chrome,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fugs,
Model 500,
Circle Jerks,
Public Enemy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Five Americans,
Ohio Players,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.