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 Brunei and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ponytail,
Urselle,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sam Rivers,
Maurizio,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacob Miller,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camouflage,
L. Decosne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultravox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mo-Dettes,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Teasers,
Swell Maps,
Cymande,
Deadbeat,
Roger Hodgson,
Liliput,
Cecil Taylor,
Wally Richardson,
Barbara Tucker,
The Move,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doors,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Hill,
Joy Division,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Star Department,
The Knickerbockers,
Michelle Simonal,
Ornette Coleman,
Depeche Mode,
the Normal,
Amon Düül,
U.S. Maple,
Negative Approach,
Brand Nubian,
Dawn Penn,
Zapp,
June Days,
The Fugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Parry Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
a-ha,
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.