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 Korea North and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Monks to the crunk 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra,
Goldenarms,
F. McDonald,
Soft Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Dark Day,
Henry Cow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ponytail,
Sound Behaviour,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tres Demented,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Raincoats,
Amazonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
The Fortunes,
EPMD,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hashim,
Das Ding,
B.T. Express,
Quando Quango,
The Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Throbbing Gristle,
The United States of America,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Germs,
Mad Mike,
Cheater Slicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scrapy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Birthday Party,
Nik Kershaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter & Gordon,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sonics,
Franke,
Isaac Hayes,
Liliput,
Soulsonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sixth Finger,
The Cramps,
Ossler,
Eurythmics,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.