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 Malawi and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Intrusion to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Cymande,
Warsaw,
The Seeds,
The Residents,
Howard Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Dead Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
Goldenarms,
Skaos,
Visage,
Sun Ra,
Grauzone,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Man Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Dolphy,
Guru Guru,
Loose Ends,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donny Hathaway,
Pulsallama,
Pere Ubu,
Donald Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sixth Finger,
Pole,
the Fania All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Circle Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heaven 17,
Q and Not U,
Public Image Ltd.,
These Immortal Souls,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rekid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terrestrial Tones,
U.S. Maple,
Wire,
Agent Orange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Royal Trux,
Wolf Eyes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White 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.