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 Congo and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Little Man to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Terry,
Erykah Badu,
Mark Hollis,
Yazoo,
Donny Hathaway,
Faraquet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Hill,
Wire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spandau Ballet,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fuzztones,
Supertramp,
Basic Channel,
Zapp,
Michelle Simonal,
Model 500,
Wolf Eyes,
Tom Boy,
Scion,
Magma,
The Vogues,
The Divine Comedy,
Kurtis Blow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Zeros,
Jerry's Kids,
Hashim,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Clarke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scientists,
10cc,
8 Eyed Spy,
Duran Duran,
The Cowsills,
Fluxion,
The Index,
Grauzone,
Suicide,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rapeman,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Womack,
D'Angelo,
Vladislav Delay,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gregory Isaacs,
Talk Talk,
Neu!,
Rosa Yemen,
Minny Pops,
Babytalk,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.