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 East Timor and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the punk 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Barbara Tucker,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Green,
The Zeros,
Cymande,
Newcleus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Lynne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ludus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MDC,
Joyce Sims,
Junior Murvin,
Whodini,
Chrome,
Lightning Bolt,
Brass Construction,
Goldenarms,
Heaven 17,
Au Pairs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Sneak,
U.S. Maple,
JFA,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gap Band,
Sun City Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
Babytalk,
Soul II Soul,
Kas Product,
The Five Americans,
The Stooges,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Evens,
New York Dolls,
Altered Images,
Pharoah Sanders,
Japan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Christie,
Interpol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker,
Livin' Joy,
Blossom Toes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alphaville,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Starr,
Silicon Teens,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.