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 Peru and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Absolute Body Control to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Prince Buster,
Arthur Verocai,
Circle Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Henry Cow,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Urselle,
Joe Finger,
David Bowie,
Skriet,
The Star Department,
The Leaves,
Easy Going,
Popol Vuh,
Rotary Connection,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Vogues,
Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Associates,
The Doobie Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlback,
China Crisis,
The Zeros,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dead C,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vainqueur,
The Monochrome Set,
Hasil Adkins,
Stiv Bators,
Ludus,
The Tremeloes,
Archie Shepp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reagan Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash,
DNA,
Eddi Front,
Cecil Taylor,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Osbourne,
June Days,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Adolescents,
ABC,
DJ Sneak,
Country Teasers,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.