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 Korea South and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Funky Four + One to the crunk 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Alton Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cramps,
The Pretty Things,
Funkadelic,
Joy Division,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Lydon,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Ituana,
Eddi Front,
Cybotron,
The Count Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Neu!,
Y Pants,
The Move,
Graham Central Station,
The Gories,
The Stooges,
The Happenings,
Hoover,
DJ Sneak,
Max Romeo,
Blossom Toes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Five Americans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
AZ,
Althea and Donna,
Whodini,
One Last Wish,
L. Decosne,
Iggy Pop,
Saccharine Trust,
X-101,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donald Byrd,
The Wake,
The Searchers,
The Birthday Party,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
The Raincoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Morten Harket,
Popol Vuh,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scion,
Cluster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Image Ltd.,
Banda Bassotti,
This Heat,
The Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.