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 Malta and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare to the funk 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Au Pairs,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sex Pistols,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sonics,
Darondo,
Black Moon,
Skaos,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Desert Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Davy DMX,
Blossom Toes,
Kayak,
Jacob Miller,
Man Eating Sloth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
June of 44,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shuggie Otis,
The New Christs,
Anakelly,
The Motions,
Liliput,
Mary Jane Girls,
Smog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spandau Ballet,
Henry Cow,
Funky Four + One,
Bob Dylan,
The Blackbyrds,
Jandek,
Radiohead,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pulsallama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Porter Ricks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Wake,
The Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxy Music,
Maurizio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pussy Galore,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rod Modell,
Masters at Work,
Nico,
John Foxx,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.