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 Belarus and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Robert Palmer 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 Groovy Waters to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
China Crisis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quadrant,
Mr. Review,
Maurizio,
The Wake,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra,
Outsiders,
Yusef Lateef,
Kas Product,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Qualms,
Cluster,
Popol Vuh,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dead C,
Camouflage,
Spandau Ballet,
Thompson Twins,
Maleditus Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Japan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June Days,
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
The Buckinghams,
Procol Harum,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ossler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deepchord,
Byron Stingily,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wally Richardson,
Josef K,
Public Enemy,
June of 44,
Danielle Patucci,
Blake Baxter,
John Lydon,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Sherman,
Organ,
Harmonia,
Average White Band,
The Velvet Underground,
The Black Dice,
Joe Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Metal Thangz,
The Sonics,
UT,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.