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 Nauru and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Theoretical Girls to the funk 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Carl Craig,
Inner City,
Pylon,
Henry Cow,
Brass Construction,
the Association,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smoke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-102,
John Cale,
Malaria!,
Unrelated Segments,
Quantec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mo-Dettes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Surgeon,
The Durutti Column,
Severed Heads,
Massinfluence,
Organ,
Negative Approach,
Skaos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reagan Youth,
Joey Negro,
Crash Course in Science,
AZ,
Kaleidoscope,
The New Christs,
Sugar Minott,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brand Nubian,
Alice Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Main Source,
John Holt,
Yaz,
F. McDonald,
Robert Hood,
The Star Department,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker,
Donny Hathaway,
Average White Band,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aural Exciters,
the Bar-Kays,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.