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 Sierra Leone and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Easy Going to the punk 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantaleimon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mark Hollis,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
Maurizio,
Black Bananas,
Radiopuhelimet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suburban Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skaos,
Reagan Youth,
Magazine,
Blossom Toes,
Eurythmics,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Steve Hackett,
Goldenarms,
Josef K,
U.S. Maple,
Mr. Review,
Ohio Players,
Eden Ahbez,
the Slits,
Prince Buster,
The Vogues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Colin Newman,
The Stooges,
Public Enemy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
OOIOO,
Technova,
The Music Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
The American Breed,
Donald Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Hardrive,
The Young Rascals,
John Foxx,
Rufus Thomas,
Skriet,
Qualms,
Main Source,
ABC,
Bauhaus,
New Age Steppers,
World's Most,
Tears for Fears,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aural Exciters,
Tim Buckley,
The Barracudas,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.