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 Uzbekistan and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
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 guitar 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
the Swans,
Skarface,
Nick Fraelich,
The Five Americans,
The Selecter,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Dolphy,
Harry Pussy,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tommy Roe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Mars,
The Gladiators,
FM Einheit,
Panda Bear,
Barbara Tucker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
LL Cool J,
Deakin,
Faraquet,
Q and Not U,
The Fire Engines,
The Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Trumans Water,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Ituana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tim Buckley,
Jimmy McGriff,
Judy Mowatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Ludus,
Ultravox,
Porter Ricks,
Aswad,
Yellowson,
The Fugs,
Bootsy Collins,
cv313,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June of 44,
Rotary Connection,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Bourne,
Mantronix,
These Immortal Souls,
John Holt,
Steve Hackett,
Byron Stingily,
Roxy Music,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.