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 Russia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Todd Rundgren to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Camouflage,
Darondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kas Product,
Erykah Badu,
Suburban Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Isaac Hayes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Five Americans,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brick,
Godley & Creme,
Model 500,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Happenings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Make Up,
Rosa Yemen,
Slave,
Lou Christie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Tubeway Army,
The Young Rascals,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slackers,
Faust,
Adolescents,
The Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Subhumans,
The Golliwogs,
the Human League,
Archie Shepp,
The Associates,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Music Machine,
Shoche,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cowsills,
The Fuzztones,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Count Five,
Tom Boy,
The Kinks,
Rites of Spring,
Nils Olav,
Masters at Work,
Yellowson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.