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 Liechtenstein and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DNA to the disco 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Motorama,
Robert Wyatt,
Wally Richardson,
The Dead C,
The Durutti Column,
Stereo Dub,
Bang On A Can,
Marmalade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sight & Sound,
Index,
The Victims,
Joy Division,
The Real Kids,
The Seeds,
The Cure,
the Normal,
The Offenders,
The Stooges,
Accadde A,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter & Gordon,
Suicide,
Avey Tare,
Sparks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Icehouse,
Clear Light,
Brass Construction,
Spandau Ballet,
The Names,
Zapp,
Q and Not U,
Dead Boys,
Fad Gadget,
The Birthday Party,
Outsiders,
Silicon Teens,
Piero Umiliani,
Erykah Badu,
Fear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
La Düsseldorf,
The Music Machine,
Sun City Girls,
The Martian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rotary Connection,
Camouflage,
Babytalk,
Sällskapet,
David Bowie,
The Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Remains,
The Buckinghams,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.