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 Israel and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Desert Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Howard Jones,
CMW,
Lindisfarne,
Fat Boys,
Pole,
Bluetip,
Joensuu 1685,
Graham Central Station,
Kerri Chandler,
Ituana,
Bill Wells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moby Grape,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Y Pants,
JFA,
Los Fastidios,
Index,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Bourne,
Mark Hollis,
Barry Ungar,
Bang On A Can,
OOIOO,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Copeland,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantytec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reagan Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stereo Dub,
Scratch Acid,
Archie Shepp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Iggy Pop,
T.S.O.L.,
Crime,
Easy Going,
Moebius,
Rotary Connection,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blossom Toes,
The Slackers,
Anakelly,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Womack,
D'Angelo,
Agent Orange,
Suburban Knight,
KRS-One,
John Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.