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 Monaco and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Charles Mingus to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Young Marble Giants,
In Retrospect,
Organ,
Andrew Hill,
Ice-T,
The Golliwogs,
Au Pairs,
Dennis Brown,
Glambeats Corp.,
One Last Wish,
Jawbox,
Sight & Sound,
Skaos,
Juan Atkins,
Graham Central Station,
Scrapy,
Harmonia,
The Walker Brothers,
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Finger,
Pylon,
Donny Hathaway,
World's Most,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABC,
The Remains,
Bill Near,
Shoche,
Trumans Water,
Sällskapet,
Silicon Teens,
Kenny Larkin,
kango's stein massive,
Eden Ahbez,
Amazonics,
JFA,
Lou Reed,
Skriet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hashim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Lydon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wings,
Whodini,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.