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 Korea South and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alice Coltrane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
David McCallum,
Dead Boys,
Qualms,
The Velvet Underground,
Interpol,
The Dirtbombs,
Cybotron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
World's Most,
The Searchers,
Y Pants,
Robert Wyatt,
Procol Harum,
Fatback Band,
The Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Stetsasonic,
Slick Rick,
Brand Nubian,
Easy Going,
JFA,
Amon Düül II,
Marvin Gaye,
The Walker Brothers,
Carl Craig,
China Crisis,
Black Sheep,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slave,
The Last Poets,
Deadbeat,
Al Stewart,
Eurythmics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sister Nancy,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Copeland,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warsaw,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club,
Thompson Twins,
Con Funk Shun,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neu!,
Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Organ,
Bronski Beat,
Laurel Aitken,
a-ha,
Symarip,
Agitation Free,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick May,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.