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 Hungary and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Infiniti to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Carl Craig,
Can,
Drexciya,
The Angels of Light,
Joensuu 1685,
Monks,
Monolake,
Scott Walker,
The Last Poets,
Cecil Taylor,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacques Brel,
The Cramps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fad Gadget,
Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ken Boothe,
The Fuzztones,
Soul II Soul,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17,
Ronnie Foster,
Qualms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
This Heat,
Janne Schatter,
Wings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
The Grass Roots,
The Remains,
John Holt,
Kenny Larkin,
Al Stewart,
Blossom Toes,
the Bar-Kays,
Althea and Donna,
UT,
Rekid,
Skarface,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Index,
Robert Görl,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Theoretical Girls,
World's Most,
The Real Kids,
David Bowie,
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Henry Cow,
Sixth Finger,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.