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 Mexico and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Donald Byrd to the electroclash 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Lalann,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vainqueur,
Harry Pussy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
Rosa Yemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bush Tetras,
Circle Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Golliwogs,
Pulsallama,
Gang of Four,
the Fania All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Martian,
K-Klass,
Rakim,
The Offenders,
Andrew Hill,
Simply Red,
Ohio Players,
CMW,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry's Kids,
Mandrill,
Bang On A Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Essential Logic,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear,
Wings,
Theoretical Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June Days,
Freddie Wadling,
The Zeros,
Fear,
Eli Mardock,
Minnie Riperton,
Brass Construction,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masters at Work,
Iggy Pop,
MC5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Real Kids,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.