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 Comoros and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jandek to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed,
Circle Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Remains,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stiv Bators,
Brothers Johnson,
Scrapy,
the Bar-Kays,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül II,
The Leaves,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kaleidoscope,
R.M.O.,
Juan Atkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donald Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
Heaven 17,
Pagans,
The Count Five,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cowsills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hoover,
PIL,
Los Fastidios,
Scion,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Red Krayola,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Age Steppers,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cluster,
Matthew Halsall,
Minny Pops,
Young Marble Giants,
Deepchord,
X-101,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Newcleus,
Lindisfarne,
Leonard Cohen,
OOIOO,
Das Ding,
Idris Muhammad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Henry Cow,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.