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 Zambia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rock 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Liliput,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Wells,
The Doors,
Pharoah Sanders,
June Days,
Surgeon,
The Count Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Magma,
Harmonia,
Byron Stingily,
MDC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jandek,
The Real Kids,
The Gories,
The Music Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Hasil Adkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Vainqueur,
The Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
The Misunderstood,
Rekid,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pylon,
Cybotron,
Anthony Braxton,
Oneida,
Pere Ubu,
The Moleskins,
Todd Terry,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dead C,
The Tremeloes,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young,
Marmalade,
Camberwell Now,
Pierre Henry,
Fatback Band,
The Gladiators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erasure,
Flash Fearless,
John Coltrane,
Bill Near,
The Grass Roots,
Warsaw,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.