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 Spain and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cheater Slicks to the grime 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Fugs,
Aloha Tigers,
the Association,
Yazoo,
Derrick Morgan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zapp,
Pole,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiopuhelimet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Busters,
Cybotron,
Blake Baxter,
cv313,
New York Dolls,
The Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Mission of Burma,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delta 5,
Con Funk Shun,
kango's stein massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Althea and Donna,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fuzztones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Accadde A,
Ronan,
Roger Hodgson,
Skaos,
ABBA,
Robert Görl,
Shuggie Otis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Bourne,
The Last Poets,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Lydon,
Funky Four + One,
Country Teasers,
Godley & Creme,
H. Thieme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kas Product,
Goldenarms,
Surgeon,
Maleditus Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Terry,
The Residents,
Unrelated Segments,
Cal Tjader,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.