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 Moldova and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres,
Ten City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barrington Levy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radio Birdman,
The Barracudas,
Sound Behaviour,
The Martian,
Glenn Branca,
the Bar-Kays,
Maurizio,
Rapeman,
Camberwell Now,
Eurythmics,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra,
The Selecter,
Quantec,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Howard Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slick Rick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Age Steppers,
Tears for Fears,
Boz Scaggs,
June Days,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiopuhelimet,
FM Einheit,
Skaos,
Second Layer,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Christie,
Tommy Roe,
The Human League,
One Last Wish,
Kas Product,
Lightning Bolt,
David Axelrod,
Lalann,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minnie Riperton,
The Associates,
Mr. Review,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxy Music,
the Germs,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.