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 Sierra Leone and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ludus to the rap 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Gladiators,
The Buckinghams,
John Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Chris Corsano,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül,
The Slits,
Neil Young,
The Raincoats,
The Sonics,
Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
The Music Machine,
The Barracudas,
Lucky Dragons,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Index,
Stiv Bators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
R.M.O.,
The Last Poets,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Vogues,
Inner City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mandrill,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Bourne,
The Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gories,
Underground Resistance,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fall,
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Human League,
The Saints,
Kas Product,
Dennis Brown,
Television,
Neu!,
Hashim,
The Standells,
Accadde A,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soulsonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Wyatt,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Mills,
Michelle Simonal,
EPMD,
B.T. Express,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.