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 Panama and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Ponytail 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Camouflage,
Roxy Music,
Dead Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Mandrill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Isaac Hayes,
Royal Trux,
Black Pus,
Deadbeat,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Model 500,
Youth Brigade,
Sonic Youth,
PIL,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Howard Jones,
The Cramps,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül II,
Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
The Victims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sight & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joensuu 1685,
The Kinks,
Fugazi,
Mars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skarface,
June Days,
Sound Behaviour,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mark Hollis,
Tears for Fears,
The Searchers,
Livin' Joy,
T.S.O.L.,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Wells,
The Gories,
K-Klass,
Quadrant,
the Germs,
Lalann,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lakeside,
Al Stewart,
Loose Ends,
Bob Dylan,
Rapeman,
Pantytec,
Shoche,
This Heat,
Morten Harket,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.