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 Netherlands and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Harpers Bizarre to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Warsaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fela Kuti,
the Slits,
Lou Christie,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Hill,
The Smoke,
Scion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Banda Bassotti,
Con Funk Shun,
Faraquet,
Lalann,
Animal Collective,
OOIOO,
The Monochrome Set,
The Golliwogs,
Eden Ahbez,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Negative Approach,
The Raincoats,
David Bowie,
Pierre Henry,
Prince Buster,
UT,
Eve St. Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Oblivians,
Terry Callier,
Sonic Youth,
David McCallum,
Rosa Yemen,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Move,
Fear,
The Vogues,
Y Pants,
Crash Course in Science,
Franke,
In Retrospect,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scratch Acid,
Excepter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skarface,
Ice-T,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MC5,
The Cure,
Derrick May,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.