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 Cape Verde and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Gladiators to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Banda Bassotti,
ABBA,
Charles Mingus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Circle Jerks,
Zero Boys,
The Kinks,
Deepchord,
Steve Hackett,
Crime,
Harry Pussy,
Franke,
The New Christs,
Echospace,
The Cramps,
Gang Green,
Main Source,
Pagans,
Parry Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yazoo,
Loose Ends,
Jerry's Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mr. Review,
Von Mondo,
KRS-One,
Bobby Sherman,
Sparks,
Sight & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
The Residents,
Angry Samoans,
Q and Not U,
Rosa Yemen,
The Toasters,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke,
Ohio Players,
Bang On A Can,
Au Pairs,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ken Boothe,
Subhumans,
The Music Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Prince Buster,
Eurythmics,
The Motions,
Morten Harket,
FM Einheit,
Maurizio,
Ten City,
Sun City Girls,
The Fall,
The Beau Brummels,
Stetsasonic,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.