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 Antigua and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Cluster to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pagans,
The Kinks,
Intrusion,
This Heat,
Quadrant,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
the Germs,
CMW,
Susan Cadogan,
Joensuu 1685,
Sex Pistols,
The Dead C,
Roxy Music,
T. Rex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fall,
Sister Nancy,
The Techniques,
The Smiths,
MDC,
Metal Thangz,
The Misunderstood,
John Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Outsiders,
Marmalade,
The Doors,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nas,
Suburban Knight,
Terry Callier,
Half Japanese,
Wasted Youth,
Lalann,
The Black Dice,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sam Rivers,
Visage,
Soft Machine,
Make Up,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Patti Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Loose Ends,
X-Ray Spex,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül,
Al Stewart,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gories,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.