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 Burkina and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rites of Spring to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eddi Front,
Mad Mike,
Q65,
Dark Day,
Gang of Four,
Tim Buckley,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed,
Faust,
Morten Harket,
Minutemen,
Scientists,
Pagans,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Janne Schatter,
Funky Four + One,
Rapeman,
The Stooges,
Fluxion,
The Blackbyrds,
John Foxx,
Blancmange,
Kerri Chandler,
Carl Craig,
The Martian,
Q and Not U,
Yazoo,
Procol Harum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kas Product,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Qualms,
T. Rex,
Panda Bear,
Laurel Aitken,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quadrant,
The Smoke,
Gastr Del Sol,
F. McDonald,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Technova,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nik Kershaw,
Depeche Mode,
Arcadia,
Cecil Taylor,
Blossom Toes,
Soulsonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Scion,
DNA,
The Fugs,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.