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 Benin and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Deakin to the disco 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Tres Demented,
The Invisible,
The Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Don Cherry,
Byron Stingily,
The Blues Magoos,
The Beau Brummels,
Ken Boothe,
Hoover,
Supertramp,
Warsaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
Carl Craig,
Ronnie Foster,
the Normal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Walker Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Fania All-Stars,
a-ha,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Main Source,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxy Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter and Kerry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kas Product,
Derrick Morgan,
Theoretical Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Moon,
Amazonics,
Moebius,
Magazine,
Dual Sessions,
The Real Kids,
Minor Threat,
The Last Poets,
Sixth Finger,
Ponytail,
Arcadia,
Radiohead,
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
Adolescents,
OOIOO,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blossom Toes,
ABBA,
The Searchers,
Bronski Beat,
UT,
The Gun Club,
Television,
Hot Snakes,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.