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 Mauritius and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Womack to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Associates,
Marcia Griffiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra,
The Fuzztones,
Joyce Sims,
Gabor Szabo,
Brick,
Rapeman,
The Gories,
Erykah Badu,
FM Einheit,
The Durutti Column,
Mark Hollis,
Fear,
Stetsasonic,
The Index,
The Mojo Men,
The Move,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Flag,
The Techniques,
Maleditus Sound,
The Trojans,
Slave,
Robert Hood,
Sight & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Duran Duran,
Ronan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Can,
Gang of Four,
Juan Atkins,
Masters at Work,
Ultravox,
Brass Construction,
Ohio Players,
Grey Daturas,
Average White Band,
Pagans,
JFA,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare,
Japan,
The Selecter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lungfish,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
Angry Samoans,
Barrington Levy,
Brand Nubian,
Carl Craig,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
Au Pairs,
Donald Byrd,
Subhumans,
Hot Snakes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.