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 South Africa and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Reuben Wilson to the crunk 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry's Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick May,
Metal Thangz,
Susan Cadogan,
The Residents,
Scientists,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mad Mike,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Goldenarms,
World's Most,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pussy Galore,
Altered Images,
Black Sheep,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Japan,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Black Bananas,
The J.B.'s,
the Association,
The Durutti Column,
K-Klass,
Lindisfarne,
Terry Callier,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Whodini,
Bush Tetras,
Nirvana,
Mark Hollis,
Bang On A Can,
John Foxx,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Skatalites,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Christie,
The Beau Brummels,
The Toasters,
Essential Logic,
Eric Dolphy,
Television,
The Modern Lovers,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.