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 Afghanistan and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 China Crisis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
D'Angelo,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slave,
John Cale,
Quantec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Sneak,
The Young Rascals,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bronski Beat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
La Düsseldorf,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nico,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantaleimon,
Audionom,
Public Enemy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alice Coltrane,
Wings,
Harmonia,
Mr. Review,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra,
Outsiders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Groovy Waters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donald Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Warren Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Q and Not U,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Real Kids,
Deadbeat,
Minny Pops,
Colin Newman,
Smog,
The New Christs,
Jerry's Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
the Association,
Nick Fraelich,
Make Up,
The Motions,
Main Source,
B.T. Express,
Visage,
Drexciya,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aaron Thompson,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.