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 Syria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Roy Ayers to the funk 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Dark Day,
Deadbeat,
Donny Hathaway,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
CMW,
Sandy B,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eddi Front,
The Fall,
Zapp,
The Gladiators,
Ultravox,
Tubeway Army,
Newcleus,
Icehouse,
The Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Howard Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Arcadia,
Cal Tjader,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nico,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
Motorama,
Television Personalities,
Guru Guru,
Dennis Brown,
Rufus Thomas,
Arthur Verocai,
Brass Construction,
Moebius,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pere Ubu,
Dawn Penn,
Q and Not U,
Simply Red,
Piero Umiliani,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rekid,
Angry Samoans,
Wally Richardson,
Mars,
Gang of Four,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick Morgan,
Rod Modell,
Blossom Toes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drexciya,
Charles Mingus,
Circle Jerks,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.