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 Lille.
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 Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Davy DMX to the grunge 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Dark Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Seeds,
Siglo XX,
The Victims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Age Steppers,
Ponytail,
The New Christs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bluetip,
Bobby Womack,
Dawn Penn,
John Holt,
The Last Poets,
Jimmy McGriff,
OOIOO,
The Blackbyrds,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Flesh Eaters,
China Crisis,
Infiniti,
H. Thieme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pole,
The Walker Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Au Pairs,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Starr,
Chrome,
Bobby Sherman,
Sound Behaviour,
D'Angelo,
The Standells,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arcadia,
The Young Rascals,
Graham Central Station,
Girls At Our Best!,
JFA,
Hashim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
PIL,
Popol Vuh,
Silicon Teens,
Sonic Youth,
The Monks,
Symarip,
Lou Christie,
Black Sheep,
Terry Callier,
Man Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang On A Can,
the Soft Cell,
The Names,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.