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 Ghana and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Half Japanese to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore 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?
John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Judy Mowatt,
Slave,
The Cramps,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Juan Atkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
MC5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang On A Can,
The Mummies,
Neil Young,
Talk Talk,
Dennis Brown,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Wyatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Simply Red,
The Victims,
Drexciya,
Mission of Burma,
Quadrant,
Average White Band,
Outsiders,
Depeche Mode,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
The Neon Judgement,
Beasts of Bourbon,
F. McDonald,
Young Marble Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Darondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harmonia,
Banda Bassotti,
the Slits,
Rod Modell,
Pulsallama,
cv313,
Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Accadde A,
Newcleus,
Moby Grape,
Joe Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Reuben Wilson,
Pierre Henry,
New Order,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.