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 Antigua and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Banda Bassotti to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Ultravox,
Susan Cadogan,
Tears for Fears,
Marshall Jefferson,
Freddie Wadling,
Japan,
The Modern Lovers,
Alphaville,
Animal Collective,
Black Moon,
MC5,
Mr. Review,
Fort Wilson Riot,
F. McDonald,
Whodini,
Vainqueur,
Kaleidoscope,
Rites of Spring,
The Beau Brummels,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Last Poets,
The Tremeloes,
Television,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cowsills,
Q and Not U,
Absolute Body Control,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quantec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scrapy,
Henry Cow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Con Funk Shun,
Barrington Levy,
Alice Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxette,
Kenny Larkin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Human League,
the Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bob Dylan,
The Standells,
Flipper,
Joey Negro,
Todd Rundgren,
Max Romeo,
The Techniques,
Amazonics,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.