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 Latvia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Sandy B to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Hoover,
PIL,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun City Girls,
Tres Demented,
Ponytail,
Grey Daturas,
Hasil Adkins,
June of 44,
Monks,
The Saints,
Sixth Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter,
Eddi Front,
Pantaleimon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Qualms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blancmange,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Görl,
Ultravox,
Silicon Teens,
Average White Band,
Intrusion,
Japan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Neon Judgement,
The Evens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slave,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cluster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Rundgren,
Fad Gadget,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gun Club,
Darondo,
Y Pants,
Ronnie Foster,
Piero Umiliani,
Audionom,
Little Man,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pagans,
Anakelly,
Joyce Sims,
Ludus,
Andrew Hill,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.