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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Black Moon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos 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?
Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
The Techniques,
Dead Boys,
Supertramp,
The Pop Group,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Second Layer,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Görl,
the Swans,
The Fall,
The Gap Band,
The Smoke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tim Buckley,
Swans,
Simply Red,
Wasted Youth,
Roxette,
Technova,
Boredoms,
Subhumans,
Pagans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dirtbombs,
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy,
the Association,
Fad Gadget,
JFA,
Rosa Yemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marvin Gaye,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare,
Depeche Mode,
the Human League,
The Slackers,
Mandrill,
Isaac Hayes,
The Red Krayola,
Spoonie Gee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arab on Radar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Piero Umiliani,
Fort Wilson Riot,
La Düsseldorf,
Vladislav Delay,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
The Remains,
Cymande,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zero Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mantronix,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.