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 Moldova and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Unwound to the crunk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smiths,
Colin Newman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
John Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
The Searchers,
The Stooges,
Trumans Water,
Faust,
Cecil Taylor,
Stiv Bators,
Jacques Brel,
The Fugs,
Barry Ungar,
The Moleskins,
Hasil Adkins,
Moby Grape,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
Duran Duran,
Bang On A Can,
The Durutti Column,
Camouflage,
Man Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Associates,
Flipper,
Pierre Henry,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Görl,
The Saints,
Von Mondo,
The Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Bauhaus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The New Christs,
Cluster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sonics,
Black Flag,
Delon & Dalcan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
F. McDonald,
Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young,
The Blackbyrds,
Deepchord,
Eli Mardock,
Television Personalities,
Quando Quango,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.