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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Spandau Ballet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Skaos,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Prince Buster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joensuu 1685,
Eurythmics,
Ossler,
Marmalade,
Al Stewart,
Vladislav Delay,
The Angels of Light,
Carl Craig,
Kool Moe Dee,
Japan,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alison Limerick,
Juan Atkins,
The Pop Group,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mummies,
D'Angelo,
ABBA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Banda Bassotti,
Mission of Burma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The United States of America,
X-101,
Das Ding,
The Skatalites,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ten City,
Ken Boothe,
Agitation Free,
Chris & Cosey,
Donny Hathaway,
Neu!,
Brick,
The Moleskins,
the Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Negative Approach,
Don Cherry,
Todd Terry,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.