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 Jamaica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Zeros,
Harmonia,
Jeff Mills,
New York Dolls,
Tommy Roe,
Don Cherry,
Outsiders,
X-Ray Spex,
Zero Boys,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Frankie Knuckles,
Royal Trux,
The Golliwogs,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy Collins,
Trumans Water,
the Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Womack,
Barry Ungar,
Cecil Taylor,
Bauhaus,
Siglo XX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Popol Vuh,
Goldenarms,
One Last Wish,
Colin Newman,
The Gap Band,
The Evens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Excepter,
Scott Walker,
Wolf Eyes,
Shoche,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pere Ubu,
Half Japanese,
U.S. Maple,
The Motions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Wells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donald Byrd,
Gong,
Sixth Finger,
Sight & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stereo Dub,
Con Funk Shun,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Surgeon,
Soul II Soul,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.