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 Singapore and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Joy Division to the rock 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Moleskins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gap Band,
Brick,
Lyres,
Bobby Sherman,
Panda Bear,
Tim Buckley,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flash Fearless,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jandek,
Zapp,
Shoche,
the Germs,
Gichy Dan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Spoonie Gee,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABBA,
the Swans,
Marc Almond,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fall,
Scott Walker,
Yaz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Duran Duran,
The Divine Comedy,
R.M.O.,
Kaleidoscope,
The Count Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Blancmange,
Peter & Gordon,
Fluxion,
Harmonia,
Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
The Selecter,
Wings,
Cal Tjader,
Crash Course in Science,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Procol Harum,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.