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 Zimbabwe and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 Portland and Tehran.
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 marimba 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 Malaria! to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Henry Cow,
Q and Not U,
KRS-One,
John Foxx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
Iggy Pop,
Reuben Wilson,
Dual Sessions,
Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Groovy Waters,
The Moleskins,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agitation Free,
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
L. Decosne,
Slave,
The Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Tim Buckley,
Little Man,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boredoms,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang On A Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Danielle Patucci,
The J.B.'s,
Y Pants,
Laurel Aitken,
The Index,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Wells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Youth Brigade,
Essential Logic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young,
Radio Birdman,
Donny Hathaway,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
R.M.O.,
Technova,
Isaac Hayes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Saints,
a-ha,
Sarah Menescal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.