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 Fiji and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers,
John Lydon,
Fugazi,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Birthday Party,
The Smiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Silicon Teens,
Section 25,
La Düsseldorf,
Michelle Simonal,
Rakim,
June Days,
Susan Cadogan,
Alice Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
The Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
Skarface,
Mars,
Monolake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Style,
The Last Poets,
Bang On A Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
D'Angelo,
The Doors,
Derrick May,
Magazine,
Warren Ellis,
The Move,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Halsall,
The United States of America,
Symarip,
Interpol,
a-ha,
The Fall,
Hardrive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Toni Rubio,
The Happenings,
the Swans,
The Invisible,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Delta 5,
Juan Atkins,
Wasted Youth,
Cluster,
Von Mondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Archie Shepp,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.