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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Sparks to the disco 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Danielle Patucci,
Barrington Levy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy,
Sixth Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
David McCallum,
Terry Callier,
Cal Tjader,
UT,
H. Thieme,
Skaos,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
K-Klass,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monolake,
The American Breed,
The Blackbyrds,
KRS-One,
Negative Approach,
L. Decosne,
Kerri Chandler,
Susan Cadogan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tears for Fears,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
Q and Not U,
Alison Limerick,
Little Man,
The Remains,
Malaria!,
The Human League,
Arcadia,
Yaz,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed,
Qualms,
The Doors,
Tomorrow,
CMW,
Marvin Gaye,
Ice-T,
Vladislav Delay,
Ludus,
Fluxion,
Depeche Mode,
R.M.O.,
Agent Orange,
Bush Tetras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.