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 El Salvador and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 AZ to the disco 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Cosmic Jokers,
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tomorrow,
Wire,
Letta Mbulu,
Khruangbin,
Minor Threat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Selecter,
the Normal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anakelly,
June of 44,
Erasure,
Ultra Naté,
Dark Day,
Arcadia,
Lightning Bolt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
PIL,
The Kinks,
The Cramps,
Byron Stingily,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bronski Beat,
The Associates,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Goldenarms,
Eden Ahbez,
Nas,
Pere Ubu,
The Divine Comedy,
Danielle Patucci,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aloha Tigers,
Grauzone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heaven 17,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Wake,
Radio Birdman,
The Vogues,
The Stooges,
Cameo,
June Days,
David McCallum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.