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 Kyrgyzstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Remains to the grime 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Carl Craig,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
In Retrospect,
China Crisis,
Los Fastidios,
Dennis Brown,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Intrusion,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra,
Visage,
Hashim,
Popol Vuh,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Groovy Waters,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
One Last Wish,
Maleditus Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Tubeway Army,
The Birthday Party,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lower 48,
Nirvana,
PIL,
Joy Division,
Neu!,
Dorothy Ashby,
The United States of America,
Pagans,
Technova,
Thompson Twins,
Morten Harket,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deadbeat,
Laurel Aitken,
Ohio Players,
Brass Construction,
Scion,
Ludus,
The Offenders,
Liliput,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Motorama,
Vladislav Delay,
Soulsonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Junior Murvin,
The Invisible,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deakin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Sherman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Teasers,
Moss Icon,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.