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 Cairo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pulsallama to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronan,
Rapeman,
Con Funk Shun,
Section 25,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fear,
Public Enemy,
Jandek,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doors,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABC,
The Gladiators,
This Heat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Index,
Warren Ellis,
The Gories,
Man Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sound Behaviour,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry's Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funkadelic,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare,
a-ha,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Bourne,
Leonard Cohen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Swans,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grey Daturas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dave Gahan,
AZ,
Zapp,
June of 44,
Brand Nubian,
Black Pus,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ohio Players,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter & Gordon,
Pole,
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.