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 Congo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Last Poets,
The Zeros,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nils Olav,
Bluetip,
Eurythmics,
Organ,
Pylon,
Scion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Angels of Light,
The Mojo Men,
The Motions,
Soulsonic Force,
Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visage,
Nik Kershaw,
Toni Rubio,
Judy Mowatt,
David McCallum,
Pere Ubu,
Tim Buckley,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Colin Newman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang of Four,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Almond,
Gang Gang Dance,
Au Pairs,
Silicon Teens,
Flipper,
Skaos,
Clear Light,
The Residents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lindisfarne,
Freddie Wadling,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
Siglo XX,
Qualms,
Khruangbin,
Unrelated Segments,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q and Not U,
K-Klass,
Joe Finger,
Junior Murvin,
Excepter,
Thee Headcoats,
Talk Talk,
Ten City,
OOIOO,
Althea and Donna,
Grey Daturas,
Camouflage,
The Red Krayola,
Laurel Aitken,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.