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 Uganda and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 AZ to the electroclash 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
Aswad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suburban Knight,
Y Pants,
Deadbeat,
Alphaville,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
The Tremeloes,
T.S.O.L.,
Pagans,
Fluxion,
Ronan,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Womack,
LL Cool J,
Marc Almond,
the Bar-Kays,
Siglo XX,
Scrapy,
Ken Boothe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Görl,
The Slits,
The Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeru the Damaja,
FM Einheit,
The Count Five,
Bauhaus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moby Grape,
The Barracudas,
Fela Kuti,
The Gun Club,
Parry Music,
Glenn Branca,
Funkadelic,
The Doors,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jandek,
Hoover,
Swell Maps,
The Kinks,
Quando Quango,
The Blues Magoos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Five Americans,
Visage,
Archie Shepp,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Shoche,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.