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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Derrick May to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Glenn Branca,
MDC,
Man Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Eating Sloth,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faraquet,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Vogues,
L. Decosne,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Misunderstood,
JFA,
Bob Dylan,
Y Pants,
John Lydon,
The Velvet Underground,
The Five Americans,
Josef K,
The Cure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Clarke,
the Slits,
Don Cherry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Nirvana,
Groovy Waters,
World's Most,
Swans,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Görl,
Albert Ayler,
John Foxx,
The United States of America,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gong,
Pere Ubu,
Country Teasers,
Ultra Naté,
Faust,
Altered Images,
Mars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül II,
Joey Negro,
The Residents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rekid,
Das Ding,
Television Personalities,
Mission of Burma,
Susan Cadogan,
Ice-T,
Davy DMX,
Scrapy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pop Group,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.