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 Chile and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Index to the rock 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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
48th St. Collective,
E-Dancer,
The Raincoats,
Terry Callier,
Tears for Fears,
Eden Ahbez,
Crime,
The Index,
Davy DMX,
Bad Manners,
Warren Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Subhumans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Near,
Saccharine Trust,
the Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Scan 7,
Black Sheep,
Simply Red,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Essential Logic,
Blossom Toes,
One Last Wish,
John Coltrane,
Television,
Fatback Band,
Rotary Connection,
Tres Demented,
Marc Almond,
The Red Krayola,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Lynne,
kango's stein massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Section 25,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Skarface,
Pulsallama,
The Selecter,
The Human League,
the Slits,
Mr. Review,
The Toasters,
Basic Channel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Jandek,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agent Orange,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.