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 Benin and from Jakarta.
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 Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Fortunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Pussy Galore,
Sällskapet,
Bronski Beat,
Make Up,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Isaac Hayes,
Cal Tjader,
Hashim,
U.S. Maple,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monolake,
Procol Harum,
Y Pants,
the Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Crooked Eye,
Jacob Miller,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed,
Kurtis Blow,
Delta 5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barbara Tucker,
Minny Pops,
Bauhaus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faust,
L. Decosne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar,
Tubeway Army,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sound,
Agitation Free,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Underground Resistance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
La Düsseldorf,
Dave Gahan,
Byron Stingily,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Victims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
World's Most,
Lower 48,
Freddie Wadling,
The Velvet Underground,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
Chris Corsano,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultra Naté,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.