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 the UAE and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Stetsasonic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faraquet,
Saccharine Trust,
Agent Orange,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quantec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blancmange,
The Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris Corsano,
Audionom,
Brass Construction,
The Martian,
Henry Cow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sonics,
The Techniques,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
U.S. Maple,
Japan,
Cal Tjader,
L. Decosne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
The Kinks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Youth Brigade,
Monks,
Qualms,
Ken Boothe,
Fluxion,
Blake Baxter,
Kenny Larkin,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Five Americans,
June Days,
Jandek,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
Pagans,
Inner City,
Juan Atkins,
The Gories,
Bush Tetras,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
the Bar-Kays,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Wells,
Franke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joy Division,
Tubeway Army,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.