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 Slovakia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Lalo Schifrin to the jazz 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Prince Buster,
New Order,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crooked Eye,
Dead Boys,
K-Klass,
FM Einheit,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moleskins,
Aaron Thompson,
Lower 48,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glenn Branca,
The Leaves,
The Human League,
The Raincoats,
Amazonics,
Country Teasers,
Whodini,
The Kinks,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Lynne,
Eurythmics,
Barry Ungar,
Thompson Twins,
Dual Sessions,
The Knickerbockers,
The Misunderstood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Terry,
Eric Copeland,
Joyce Sims,
Chrome,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sugar Minott,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Groovy Waters,
Ken Boothe,
The Monochrome Set,
Television,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang of Four,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The J.B.'s,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fall,
Royal Trux,
Ohio Players,
D'Angelo,
Inner City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magazine,
Adolescents,
Maurizio,
Little Man,
Quadrant,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.