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 Zambia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Das Ding to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Unrelated Segments,
MC5,
R.M.O.,
Stereo Dub,
Cybotron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rod Modell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mad Mike,
Massinfluence,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Talk Talk,
Ronnie Foster,
Underground Resistance,
Blossom Toes,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Don Cherry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Young Marble Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter,
The J.B.'s,
Rekid,
Gang Starr,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monolake,
The Vogues,
Nico,
Tears for Fears,
the Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Sheep,
The Divine Comedy,
The Toasters,
Kenny Larkin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ituana,
The Sound,
Roxette,
The American Breed,
Chrome,
Robert Wyatt,
X-101,
Jeru the Damaja,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moody Blues,
10cc,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
Mr. Review,
Aswad,
Roxy Music,
The Index,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.