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 Netherlands and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 LL Cool J to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Chrome,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Young Rascals,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ken Boothe,
Eli Mardock,
Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moss Icon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Theoretical Girls,
The American Breed,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Clarke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scratch Acid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Con Funk Shun,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Tremeloes,
Marmalade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt,
Godley & Creme,
The Velvet Underground,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blossom Toes,
The Modern Lovers,
Suicide,
Anthony Braxton,
Eddi Front,
Slave,
The Leaves,
FM Einheit,
New York Dolls,
Guru Guru,
Negative Approach,
The Star Department,
Robert Hood,
PIL,
the Sonics,
Liliput,
Letta Mbulu,
Pussy Galore,
The Smiths,
the Normal,
Jeff Mills,
Eve St. Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Ultra Naté,
The Monks,
The Selecter,
Heaven 17,
Robert Görl,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Half Japanese,
La Düsseldorf,
Easy Going,
Gang of Four,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.