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 Costa Rica and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Dirtbombs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Parry Music,
Brass Construction,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aaron Thompson,
Ice-T,
Anthony Braxton,
The Birthday Party,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Easy Going,
Audionom,
Gastr Del Sol,
T. Rex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Görl,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fuzztones,
Newcleus,
K-Klass,
Surgeon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
R.M.O.,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Althea and Donna,
Boz Scaggs,
Hoover,
Tubeway Army,
Carl Craig,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liliput,
The Star Department,
Altered Images,
Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Gabor Szabo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Grass Roots,
Henry Cow,
Kaleidoscope,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doors,
Lindisfarne,
The Leaves,
Isaac Hayes,
Drexciya,
Little Man,
Fat Boys,
Warren Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
FM Einheit,
the Human League,
The Golliwogs,
10cc,
The Monochrome Set,
Ohio Players,
Icehouse,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.