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 Guyana and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
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 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 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 the Slits to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
OOIOO,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Bananas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Metal Thangz,
Delta 5,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David McCallum,
Bill Near,
Patti Smith,
Janne Schatter,
The Star Department,
The Smiths,
Drexciya,
Nico,
The Modern Lovers,
Erykah Badu,
Oneida,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Fugazi,
Hashim,
Eddi Front,
The Monks,
B.T. Express,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris Corsano,
Freddie Wadling,
Tres Demented,
Erasure,
These Immortal Souls,
Mandrill,
The Remains,
PIL,
Rekid,
Tom Boy,
Urselle,
Second Layer,
Unwound,
Malaria!,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Human League,
Oblivians,
Tears for Fears,
Josef K,
Japan,
Kaleidoscope,
John Holt,
Ronnie Foster,
The Last Poets,
The Gun Club,
Steve Hackett,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eli Mardock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Style,
Goldenarms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.