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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 Popol Vuh to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Swell Maps,
Eve St. Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
The New Christs,
Tears for Fears,
Blake Baxter,
The Modern Lovers,
K-Klass,
June Days,
Loose Ends,
Cybotron,
EPMD,
Symarip,
Black Flag,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lyres,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Buckinghams,
R.M.O.,
Pantytec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cymande,
Scratch Acid,
Brand Nubian,
48th St. Collective,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Leaves,
The Evens,
Eric Copeland,
Au Pairs,
Neu!,
Parry Music,
Bad Manners,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shoche,
The Gladiators,
Blancmange,
Bill Near,
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suburban Knight,
Barry Ungar,
The Zeros,
Clear Light,
The Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tres Demented,
Black Pus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eurythmics,
Jerry's Kids,
Sister Nancy,
Bob Dylan,
Tubeway Army,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.