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 Uganda and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Ituana to the disco 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Sound,
Surgeon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Associates,
The Standells,
Skaos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
One Last Wish,
Black Pus,
The Dead C,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Invisible,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare,
Audionom,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
The Durutti Column,
Joey Negro,
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
Can,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Wells,
Arab on Radar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Inner City,
China Crisis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Christie,
A Certain Ratio,
Alphaville,
Todd Terry,
Deadbeat,
Eric Dolphy,
Metal Thangz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boz Scaggs,
Dead Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Au Pairs,
Agent Orange,
The Star Department,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed,
The Gun Club,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agitation Free,
The Cure,
Josef K,
Fear,
Stiv Bators,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Starr,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Near,
F. McDonald,
Cecil Taylor,
Oneida,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.