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 Nicaragua and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sight & Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Judy Mowatt,
Erasure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Sheep,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiohead,
Groovy Waters,
June Days,
Reuben Wilson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bob Dylan,
Ponytail,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Halsall,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scratch Acid,
Kerri Chandler,
James White and The Blacks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Birthday Party,
The Index,
Stereo Dub,
Yaz,
Skarface,
Steve Hackett,
Sam Rivers,
the Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Skaos,
Lyres,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Prunes,
Television,
X-102,
DNA,
Newcleus,
The Invisible,
Ludus,
Half Japanese,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cybotron,
Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Model 500,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Kurtis Blow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Second Layer,
Warsaw,
Royal Trux,
Michelle Simonal,
Infiniti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.