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 Rwanda and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cecil Taylor to the rock 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry's Kids,
Minny Pops,
Bauhaus,
Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tim Buckley,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Japan,
The Red Krayola,
Franke,
The Monks,
Cluster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grey Daturas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Starr,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joy Division,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nirvana,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Techniques,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gladiators,
Siglo XX,
Glenn Branca,
Archie Shepp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erasure,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young,
Toni Rubio,
Lightning Bolt,
Second Layer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Lydon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül II,
kango's stein massive,
Urselle,
Sight & Sound,
Ituana,
Bush Tetras,
Wings,
Kerri Chandler,
Warsaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hot Snakes,
Black Flag,
DJ Style,
DJ Sneak,
Isaac Hayes,
Saccharine Trust,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Desert Stars,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.