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 Greece and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Faraquet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Essential Logic,
Unwound,
MDC,
Davy DMX,
The J.B.'s,
Ultravox,
Juan Atkins,
Magma,
Ultra Naté,
The Fall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dual Sessions,
Basic Channel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warsaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Scion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yusef Lateef,
The Techniques,
Tubeway Army,
Deepchord,
Altered Images,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantaleimon,
Youth Brigade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter and Kerry,
Eurythmics,
D'Angelo,
Kenny Larkin,
Bad Manners,
Adolescents,
Eve St. Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brass Construction,
Laurel Aitken,
Deadbeat,
Yellowson,
The Real Kids,
The Dead C,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra,
The Residents,
John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Order,
The Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Albert Ayler,
Quando Quango,
Qualms,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.