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 Finland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Scientists to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Essential Logic,
Wally Richardson,
X-102,
Nas,
Tim Buckley,
Wire,
Aswad,
Andrew Hill,
The Fuzztones,
Leonard Cohen,
New Age Steppers,
Liliput,
Siglo XX,
The Sound,
June of 44,
Oneida,
the Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Scientists,
The Standells,
Tubeway Army,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels,
Dave Gahan,
Saccharine Trust,
Accadde A,
The Golliwogs,
Aaron Thompson,
Hashim,
Joe Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barry Ungar,
Jawbox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
AZ,
Wolf Eyes,
Y Pants,
Visage,
James White and The Blacks,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Bourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wasted Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Parry Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rites of Spring,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Mills,
Goldenarms,
The Stooges,
The Mojo Men,
Model 500,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.