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 Ivory Coast and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sister Nancy to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Liliput,
U.S. Maple,
Sound Behaviour,
Smog,
Hot Snakes,
OOIOO,
The Remains,
Blake Baxter,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Busters,
Blancmange,
Moebius,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Hill,
Tom Boy,
Soft Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Move,
Drexciya,
John Foxx,
The Angels of Light,
Fela Kuti,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fall,
The Gun Club,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young,
Cal Tjader,
Skriet,
The Dirtbombs,
Supertramp,
Essential Logic,
Thompson Twins,
The Vogues,
Bush Tetras,
Young Marble Giants,
The Five Americans,
Metal Thangz,
KRS-One,
Ultravox,
Mandrill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
One Last Wish,
Minnie Riperton,
48th St. Collective,
Talk Talk,
The Trojans,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siglo XX,
Average White Band,
Erykah Badu,
Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare,
New Order,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mantronix,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.