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 Mozambique and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 A Flock of Seagulls 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Litter,
Harmonia,
These Immortal Souls,
David Axelrod,
Freddie Wadling,
Janne Schatter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blackbyrds,
D'Angelo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funky Four + One,
The Doors,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neu!,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Vogues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Davy DMX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eurythmics,
The Monks,
Fluxion,
R.M.O.,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fugs,
The J.B.'s,
Traffic Nightmare,
Junior Murvin,
Pantaleimon,
Tears for Fears,
John Holt,
A Certain Ratio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mad Mike,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magma,
Crime,
Lalann,
Fugazi,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alphaville,
Tommy Roe,
Joy Division,
Groovy Waters,
Reagan Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Faust,
Harry Pussy,
Angry Samoans,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.