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 Dominica and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ralphi Rosario to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Suicide,
Reagan Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang On A Can,
Audionom,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Qualms,
Stiv Bators,
ABBA,
Gang Starr,
Quantec,
X-102,
U.S. Maple,
Q65,
One Last Wish,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Womack,
Moebius,
The Barracudas,
The Residents,
Ten City,
Roxette,
Smog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drexciya,
Television,
Joe Finger,
The Real Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
The American Breed,
Sugar Minott,
Crooked Eye,
Guru Guru,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
Joyce Sims,
Cluster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
10cc,
Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Wake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vainqueur,
Main Source,
The Walker Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.