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 Nicaragua and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Delon & Dalcan to the jazz 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Juan Atkins,
Slick Rick,
Aaron Thompson,
Underground Resistance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minny Pops,
Lyres,
Sparks,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABBA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter and Kerry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Move,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Görl,
Eric Dolphy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Absolute Body Control,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Newcleus,
Blancmange,
The Trojans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faraquet,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Prince Buster,
Youth Brigade,
Bush Tetras,
Crooked Eye,
Fat Boys,
The Residents,
The Martian,
The Pretty Things,
Desert Stars,
CMW,
Moby Grape,
Ronan,
Angry Samoans,
Qualms,
The Victims,
Interpol,
Blake Baxter,
La Düsseldorf,
Stiv Bators,
cv313,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yellowson,
Gang Green,
The Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Soulsonic Force,
The New Christs,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.