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 Georgia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Porter Ricks 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stereo Dub,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
The Standells,
Agitation Free,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Little Man,
Kool Moe Dee,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun City Girls,
Outsiders,
Depeche Mode,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Eating Sloth,
AZ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
JFA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monks,
Pole,
Minor Threat,
Morten Harket,
The Index,
X-102,
The Residents,
Colin Newman,
OOIOO,
Nik Kershaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Porter Ricks,
Drexciya,
T. Rex,
Popol Vuh,
the Germs,
David Bowie,
Glenn Branca,
Guru Guru,
Yaz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cymande,
Youth Brigade,
Ultimate Spinach,
cv313,
Grey Daturas,
Camouflage,
Arthur Verocai,
The Neon Judgement,
Minny Pops,
Q65,
Symarip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Can,
Eden Ahbez,
48th St. Collective,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.