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 Slovenia and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Aswad to the funk 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Slave,
Gastr Del Sol,
Clear Light,
Moby Grape,
ABC,
Adolescents,
The Motions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sandy B,
Marmalade,
Dawn Penn,
Rakim,
Model 500,
Stockholm Monsters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang of Four,
Circle Jerks,
Nirvana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Hill,
Khruangbin,
Q65,
Zapp,
Mantronix,
Johnny Clarke,
Arthur Verocai,
Arcadia,
Nik Kershaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slick Rick,
Easy Going,
Alphaville,
Sonic Youth,
Fugazi,
The Litter,
Nick Fraelich,
The Star Department,
Scratch Acid,
Half Japanese,
The Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Bronski Beat,
Pantytec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Albert Ayler,
The Dirtbombs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warren Ellis,
Roxette,
Ornette Coleman,
The Evens,
The Buckinghams,
Silicon Teens,
Los Fastidios,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cure,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.