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 Montenegro 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alison Limerick to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Buckinghams,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Section 25,
Rapeman,
Angry Samoans,
Marine Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cowsills,
Malaria!,
Michelle Simonal,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agent Orange,
The Standells,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q and Not U,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Newcleus,
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Silicon Teens,
Lalann,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Five Americans,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Motions,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young,
The Detroit Cobras,
cv313,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fad Gadget,
Donny Hathaway,
the Germs,
Radiohead,
Archie Shepp,
Essential Logic,
Jacob Miller,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cluster,
Loose Ends,
The Music Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
These Immortal Souls,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Y Pants,
Darondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.