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 Liberia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New Age Steppers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Durutti Column,
Guru Guru,
FM Einheit,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Royal Trux,
The American Breed,
Bobby Womack,
Subhumans,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rosa Yemen,
Piero Umiliani,
OOIOO,
La Düsseldorf,
Gong,
Agitation Free,
This Heat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camouflage,
Wasted Youth,
Joey Negro,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABC,
Erykah Badu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dead Boys,
Rapeman,
Camberwell Now,
Audionom,
Arthur Verocai,
Wire,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Bowie,
Althea and Donna,
Wings,
Ohio Players,
Warren Ellis,
Moby Grape,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ituana,
Television Personalities,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Intrusion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
Prince Buster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swell Maps,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mr. Review,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Au Pairs,
Minutemen,
Barry Ungar,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.