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 India and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stetsasonic to the dance 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker,
Yazoo,
D'Angelo,
Outsiders,
Pussy Galore,
H. Thieme,
Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tom Boy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tropical Tobacco,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
The Count Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maleditus Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Lindisfarne,
the Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Brick,
Moebius,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Music Machine,
Vainqueur,
ABC,
Wolf Eyes,
LL Cool J,
Yusef Lateef,
New Order,
The Leaves,
Pulsallama,
June Days,
Dennis Brown,
Hardrive,
The Star Department,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yaz,
Connie Case,
Make Up,
Scion,
Barry Ungar,
The Red Krayola,
Ronnie Foster,
Camouflage,
The Walker Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dave Clark Five,
Audionom,
Marvin Gaye,
X-102,
Arthur Verocai,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Terry,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.