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 Luxembourg and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Robert Palmer 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Fat Boys,
Main Source,
Minor Threat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
Flash Fearless,
The Doobie Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Robert Hood,
Stiv Bators,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Mills,
Leonard Cohen,
the Swans,
Bauhaus,
The Sound,
Boredoms,
Erasure,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Fraelich,
Barry Ungar,
The Star Department,
World's Most,
The Angels of Light,
Stereo Dub,
Swell Maps,
June Days,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash,
a-ha,
Ultra Naté,
Y Pants,
The Moody Blues,
Royal Trux,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Loose Ends,
MC5,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Litter,
Sam Rivers,
Banda Bassotti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pagans,
Connie Case,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
F. McDonald,
Traffic Nightmare,
Carl Craig,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fortunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radio Birdman,
Blake Baxter,
Rakim,
Drexciya,
Talk Talk,
The Fugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.