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 Argentina and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Darondo to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Marmalade,
Gabor Szabo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare,
Whodini,
Derrick Morgan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
UT,
Intrusion,
The Gap Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacob Miller,
Chris Corsano,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barbara Tucker,
The Red Krayola,
Brass Construction,
The Angels of Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Deakin,
The Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Dead Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cluster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sister Nancy,
Tubeway Army,
Desert Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxy Music,
Clear Light,
the Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Cecil Taylor,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Human League,
Lou Reed,
Metal Thangz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
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The Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Joyce Sims,
The Five Americans,
Magma,
New Age Steppers,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sam Rivers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ten City,
The Litter,
Matthew Halsall,
Tres Demented,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.