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 Belarus and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fear to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Toasters,
Maurizio,
Chrome,
Adolescents,
Scion,
John Foxx,
Mr. Review,
Kenny Larkin,
The Invisible,
Public Enemy,
World's Most,
Eurythmics,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
the Association,
Tom Boy,
Wire,
Fad Gadget,
Faust,
Sandy B,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vainqueur,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Duran Duran,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Residents,
Byron Stingily,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sugar Minott,
Rekid,
Delon & Dalcan,
June of 44,
Yazoo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nas,
Tubeway Army,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Dennis Brown,
The Names,
The Victims,
Man Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Style,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Move,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.