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 Swaziland and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Colin Newman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
Inner City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang On A Can,
Cybotron,
Brick,
Circle Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Faust,
The Offenders,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Trojans,
the Association,
Lakeside,
EPMD,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Walker Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Camberwell Now,
Country Teasers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Cale,
Ronan,
Patti Smith,
Ituana,
Massinfluence,
E-Dancer,
Depeche Mode,
OOIOO,
Skarface,
The Gap Band,
Wally Richardson,
Niagra,
Stetsasonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee,
Letta Mbulu,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17,
Iggy Pop,
Flash Fearless,
The Stooges,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker,
Hardrive,
Monolake,
Porter Ricks,
Liliput,
The Slits,
Agitation Free,
Tears for Fears,
Slave,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.