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 Honduras and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Holger Czukay 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 Shuggie Otis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Josef K,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nils Olav,
Oneida,
Oblivians,
Motorama,
Los Fastidios,
John Foxx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young,
World's Most,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flipper,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Quantec,
Davy DMX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Supertramp,
Dennis Brown,
June Days,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare,
The Mummies,
Symarip,
Alison Limerick,
Iggy Pop,
The Cure,
Crime,
Marine Girls,
Ultravox,
Marc Almond,
New Order,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warsaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scientists,
Infiniti,
Yaz,
JFA,
Boz Scaggs,
Joyce Sims,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wally Richardson,
Monks,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.