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 Micronesia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Severed Heads to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Index,
MDC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Excepter,
Outsiders,
Malaria!,
Make Up,
Neil Young,
Al Stewart,
June of 44,
Basic Channel,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Altered Images,
Reagan Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monolake,
Amon Düül,
Rites of Spring,
Cal Tjader,
The Durutti Column,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fat Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Litter,
Colin Newman,
The Residents,
The Fortunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Wells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Fraelich,
Patti Smith,
The Slackers,
Quando Quango,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marmalade,
Tears for Fears,
Hot Snakes,
Spoonie Gee,
Flipper,
Delta 5,
Talk Talk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agent Orange,
Eric Copeland,
CMW,
Aural Exciters,
Donny Hathaway,
Mad Mike,
Deakin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.