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 Senegal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Youth Brigade to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maurizio,
Zero Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Prince Buster,
The Vogues,
New Age Steppers,
Echospace,
The Remains,
the Germs,
Monks,
The Offenders,
Bang On A Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Duran Duran,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida,
Thee Headcoats,
The Red Krayola,
The Pop Group,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Machine,
Tres Demented,
The Cowsills,
Toni Rubio,
The Victims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Moon,
The Mojo Men,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultra Naté,
Aural Exciters,
Outsiders,
Hoover,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swans,
David Bowie,
Marmalade,
CMW,
Trumans Water,
Groovy Waters,
The Alarm Clocks,
PIL,
Simply Red,
The Index,
Bad Manners,
Metal Thangz,
Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.