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 East Timor and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flesh Eaters to the dance 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
R.M.O.,
Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Whodini,
Albert Ayler,
Skarface,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Normal,
Kas Product,
The Kinks,
These Immortal Souls,
Pierre Henry,
Television Personalities,
Public Enemy,
The Remains,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siglo XX,
Kevin Saunderson,
Little Man,
Skriet,
Blake Baxter,
Davy DMX,
Todd Terry,
The Martian,
Royal Trux,
Quando Quango,
Shoche,
Pere Ubu,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tres Demented,
Ultravox,
Byron Stingily,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Hill,
Section 25,
Leonard Cohen,
Accadde A,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Rundgren,
Surgeon,
The J.B.'s,
Iggy Pop,
The Toasters,
The Beau Brummels,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Silicon Teens,
Gregory Isaacs,
Graham Central Station,
Ituana,
Cybotron,
Main Source,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fatback Band,
Eurythmics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tears for Fears,
The Fortunes,
John Cale,
Second Layer,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.