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 Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 The Black Dice to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Talk Talk,
Country Teasers,
Cecil Taylor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pylon,
Tim Buckley,
Icehouse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Supertramp,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monks,
Robert Hood,
Depeche Mode,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skarface,
Blake Baxter,
James White and The Blacks,
Rufus Thomas,
Davy DMX,
Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Wings,
Chrome,
Absolute Body Control,
The Buckinghams,
Malaria!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Walker Brothers,
MC5,
Bob Dylan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Remains,
Crime,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gladiators,
Dead Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sparks,
Subhumans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quantec,
Altered Images,
John Cale,
Magazine,
Peter & Gordon,
Patti Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Trumans Water,
Dual Sessions,
cv313,
Circle Jerks,
Parry Music,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Make Up,
Black Bananas,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.