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 Somalia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sexual Harrassment to the funk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside 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?
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
China Crisis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nico,
Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Move,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Byron Stingily,
Index,
Second Layer,
Harry Pussy,
Fear,
Charles Mingus,
Heaven 17,
Audionom,
Chris & Cosey,
Ponytail,
Absolute Body Control,
Khruangbin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Pus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Leaves,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
The Litter,
The Standells,
Dennis Brown,
Judy Mowatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The New Christs,
R.M.O.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pierre Henry,
The Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Rosa Yemen,
Dead Boys,
The Index,
Basic Channel,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Golliwogs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Flipper,
Freddie Wadling,
Lower 48,
Blancmange,
Camouflage,
Peter & Gordon,
Cal Tjader,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.