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 Costa Rica and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Darondo to the punk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
The Count Five,
Agitation Free,
Stiv Bators,
Dave Gahan,
Jawbox,
Nick Fraelich,
Oblivians,
Audionom,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cure,
Faraquet,
Susan Cadogan,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Iggy Pop,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pierre Henry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heaven 17,
Camouflage,
The Stooges,
John Foxx,
Au Pairs,
Anthony Braxton,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sam Rivers,
The Remains,
Howard Jones,
Smog,
Crispian St. Peters,
LL Cool J,
Minor Threat,
Bizarre Inc.,
OOIOO,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
Ponytail,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Kinks,
Joe Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tommy Roe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grauzone,
The Leaves,
New Order,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
the Slits,
The Names,
cv313,
Unrelated Segments,
Procol Harum,
Jacques Brel,
Nirvana,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.