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 Zimbabwe and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hardrive to the electroclash 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Depeche Mode,
Buzzcocks,
Rotary Connection,
Boredoms,
Barbara Tucker,
Lakeside,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delta 5,
The Residents,
Warren Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television Personalities,
Gabor Szabo,
Blake Baxter,
Trumans Water,
Soul II Soul,
The Tremeloes,
Whodini,
Joy Division,
Basic Channel,
The Motions,
Babytalk,
The Divine Comedy,
Fear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Simply Red,
Faraquet,
The Gap Band,
Siglo XX,
Stetsasonic,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABBA,
The Durutti Column,
Sonic Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masters at Work,
Nils Olav,
The Remains,
Alice Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Christie,
The Invisible,
D'Angelo,
Negative Approach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Liliput,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.