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 Croatia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Panda Bear to the rap 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Swell Maps,
Symarip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visage,
Faust,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dark Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Von Mondo,
Thompson Twins,
The Seeds,
PIL,
Blossom Toes,
The Offenders,
Liliput,
The Smiths,
Fat Boys,
Television,
Brand Nubian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skarface,
Ken Boothe,
The Dirtbombs,
Moby Grape,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Fraelich,
Cecil Taylor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cheater Slicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rekid,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Porter Ricks,
Laurel Aitken,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Wells,
Au Pairs,
T.S.O.L.,
L. Decosne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang of Four,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Tremeloes,
Cal Tjader,
Aswad,
The Red Krayola,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.