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 Chad 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Danielle Patucci to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Kerri Chandler,
The Knickerbockers,
Accadde A,
Skriet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crime,
Moss Icon,
Urselle,
PIL,
Hashim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doors,
Negative Approach,
AZ,
The Invisible,
the Bar-Kays,
John Lydon,
Marc Almond,
Television,
Rotary Connection,
Niagra,
The Fuzztones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun City Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Brass Construction,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dead C,
Camouflage,
Mars,
the Normal,
Freddie Wadling,
Underground Resistance,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Beau Brummels,
Henry Cow,
The Motions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Symarip,
Crash Course in Science,
Juan Atkins,
David Bowie,
The Young Rascals,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smoke,
Basic Channel,
The Busters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Section 25,
Colin Newman,
The Durutti Column,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Depeche Mode,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantaleimon,
Deakin,
Cameo,
The Zeros,
Ohio Players,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.