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 Niger 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sällskapet to the disco 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Ossler,
The Dirtbombs,
Pylon,
Intrusion,
the Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hot Snakes,
Junior Murvin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vainqueur,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Archie Shepp,
ABBA,
Pussy Galore,
Aural Exciters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Charles Mingus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nirvana,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-Ray Spex,
The Busters,
The Barracudas,
Qualms,
The Golliwogs,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
Lightning Bolt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minutemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Average White Band,
The Zeros,
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sex Pistols,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Gang Dance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scan 7,
Radiohead,
Blancmange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxy Music,
Loose Ends,
Von Mondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Unwound,
Don Cherry,
Altered Images,
The Red Krayola,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.