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 Togo and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Slave,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fire Engines,
The Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
Erykah Badu,
Henry Cow,
Lakeside,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra,
the Bar-Kays,
Leonard Cohen,
Nik Kershaw,
Cheater Slicks,
the Swans,
ABC,
The Cramps,
Eric B and Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Cameo,
Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Mantronix,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Second Layer,
The Smiths,
The Mummies,
Tears for Fears,
Archie Shepp,
The Angels of Light,
Loose Ends,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Au Pairs,
Warsaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
These Immortal Souls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yazoo,
Tom Boy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantaleimon,
U.S. Maple,
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
Bob Dylan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultra Naté,
The Wake,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.