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 Kiribati and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Joey Negro to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Youth Brigade,
X-102,
Deepchord,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Axelrod,
One Last Wish,
Boz Scaggs,
Dave Gahan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lower 48,
Lakeside,
Donald Byrd,
Rekid,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
UT,
The Moody Blues,
kango's stein massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pretty Things,
Howard Jones,
Pantytec,
Zero Boys,
Josef K,
Donny Hathaway,
Scientists,
Easy Going,
Schoolly D,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Massinfluence,
Thee Headcoats,
Fad Gadget,
Duran Duran,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Das Ding,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Görl,
Fear,
The Barracudas,
Black Pus,
Dark Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reagan Youth,
Ludus,
Ultravox,
Mary Jane Girls,
AZ,
Alice Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
Jawbox,
Reuben Wilson,
Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.