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 Cuba and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Heaven 17,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Section 25,
Y Pants,
Erykah Badu,
the Slits,
Masters at Work,
The Trojans,
Donny Hathaway,
Visage,
The Doors,
Los Fastidios,
Young Marble Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Görl,
Jawbox,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum,
Leonard Cohen,
Ossler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Halsall,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Wyatt,
the Germs,
The Gap Band,
Idris Muhammad,
the Association,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aaron Thompson,
OOIOO,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Babytalk,
Sight & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donald Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
The Victims,
Deakin,
Blake Baxter,
The Fortunes,
Fatback Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blancmange,
Symarip,
Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Index,
Negative Approach,
Banda Bassotti,
The Walker Brothers,
The Saints,
The Searchers,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.