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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Delta 5 to the techno 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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Joe Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dawn Penn,
Amazonics,
The Litter,
Althea and Donna,
Gichy Dan,
Television Personalities,
Judy Mowatt,
Lightning Bolt,
D'Angelo,
Fluxion,
Isaac Hayes,
X-101,
Outsiders,
Quantec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scientists,
The Victims,
The Moody Blues,
The Birthday Party,
Jacques Brel,
The Fuzztones,
Black Pus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul II Soul,
Black Moon,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Silicon Teens,
Babytalk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Swell Maps,
Underground Resistance,
Eden Ahbez,
The Saints,
The Five Americans,
Aloha Tigers,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kurtis Blow,
Bad Manners,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radio Birdman,
Kas Product,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Almond,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deadbeat,
Graham Central Station,
Slick Rick,
Black Sheep,
Radiohead,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deakin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.