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 China and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Foxx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Arab on Radar,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hasil Adkins,
Urselle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flash Fearless,
Gastr Del Sol,
CMW,
Sun Ra,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Altered Images,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dead Boys,
Slick Rick,
Rod Modell,
Lakeside,
Scrapy,
John Coltrane,
Suicide,
Funkadelic,
Josef K,
Little Man,
Gong,
Grey Daturas,
Zero Boys,
Icehouse,
Henry Cow,
Y Pants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joyce Sims,
Main Source,
Joy Division,
The Pretty Things,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalann,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minny Pops,
Throbbing Gristle,
These Immortal Souls,
Brick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Althea and Donna,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bluetip,
Television Personalities,
The Velvet Underground,
Von Mondo,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül,
Blake Baxter,
EPMD,
The Remains,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.