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 Tunisia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crash Course in Science to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Patti Smith,
Sugar Minott,
The Leaves,
Howard Jones,
Skriet,
Robert Wyatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Almond,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flipper,
Pussy Galore,
10cc,
Laurel Aitken,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick May,
Pole,
the Association,
Bang On A Can,
David Bowie,
the Normal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slave,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Teasers,
The Golliwogs,
Gong,
Qualms,
Symarip,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids,
Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Unrelated Segments,
Parry Music,
Gang Starr,
Visage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Niagra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Section 25,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Reuben Wilson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June Days,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gories,
Dennis Brown,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neu!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.