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 Japan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deadbeat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Sheep,
Hasil Adkins,
Royal Trux,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
UT,
Outsiders,
Eden Ahbez,
The American Breed,
Alphaville,
Angry Samoans,
Tommy Roe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sound,
Stiv Bators,
DNA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalann,
Hot Snakes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Easy Going,
Wolf Eyes,
Grauzone,
Minny Pops,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Howard Jones,
Robert Hood,
In Retrospect,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Order,
Zero Boys,
Marc Almond,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
The Fugs,
Rod Modell,
Kayak,
Hardrive,
The Neon Judgement,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
The Vogues,
The Motions,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash,
JFA,
Goldenarms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donald Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.