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 Barbados and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 R.M.O. to the rock 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Almond,
Jacob Miller,
The Beau Brummels,
Drexciya,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T. Rex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Happenings,
Marine Girls,
The Star Department,
Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Lakeside,
The Last Poets,
Quadrant,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moebius,
Royal Trux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wire,
Eli Mardock,
Cal Tjader,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Urselle,
Index,
Can,
Skaos,
kango's stein massive,
Bronski Beat,
Rites of Spring,
New Order,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dead C,
Pere Ubu,
Siglo XX,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül,
Half Japanese,
Gichy Dan,
Glenn Branca,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spandau Ballet,
Leonard Cohen,
Stereo Dub,
Tres Demented,
the Swans,
The Residents,
48th St. Collective,
Mad Mike,
Television,
Babytalk,
The Divine Comedy,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.