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 Romania and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grunge 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Dirtbombs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Saints,
Marmalade,
Yazoo,
Tom Boy,
The Victims,
Minutemen,
Masters at Work,
KRS-One,
Glenn Branca,
Rakim,
Eddi Front,
The Motions,
Lindisfarne,
Amazonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Magma,
Ice-T,
Cecil Taylor,
Deepchord,
The Young Rascals,
Harry Pussy,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kaleidoscope,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dark Day,
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
Laurel Aitken,
Cluster,
Leonard Cohen,
Cybotron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joyce Sims,
Dennis Brown,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Easy Going,
Tears for Fears,
The J.B.'s,
Visage,
Anthony Braxton,
Skarface,
James White and The Blacks,
Funky Four + One,
Sister Nancy,
Kerrie Biddell,
CMW,
Marvin Gaye,
Quando Quango,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Swans,
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell,
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.