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 Egypt and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rap 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yellowson,
Quando Quango,
JFA,
The Cowsills,
Henry Cow,
The Divine Comedy,
Pagans,
Black Sheep,
Agitation Free,
Jandek,
Shoche,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Modern Lovers,
Banda Bassotti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grey Daturas,
The Busters,
The J.B.'s,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Franke,
John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Malaria!,
Black Moon,
Los Fastidios,
Alison Limerick,
Funky Four + One,
Fatback Band,
LL Cool J,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Depeche Mode,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang of Four,
Goldenarms,
the Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Make Up,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maurizio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kayak,
Buzzcocks,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mars,
The Leaves,
Excepter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Judy Mowatt,
Rakim,
The Count Five,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.