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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Panda Bear to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Cecil Taylor,
the Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MDC,
Michelle Simonal,
EPMD,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Womack,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Star Department,
Minor Threat,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
Chris Corsano,
CMW,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Parry Music,
Pulsallama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Malaria!,
Harmonia,
Gang Green,
Glenn Branca,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalann,
The Remains,
Ponytail,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Pole,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young,
Average White Band,
Zapp,
Loose Ends,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cowsills,
F. McDonald,
The Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Television Personalities,
Davy DMX,
Arab on Radar,
Mad Mike,
Gabor Szabo,
Deepchord,
John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Pantaleimon,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.