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 Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Panda Bear to the rock 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Marc Almond,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Wyatt,
Ossler,
Robert Hood,
Camberwell Now,
The Invisible,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
The Zeros,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Suicide,
AZ,
Bobby Sherman,
The Modern Lovers,
the Sonics,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Smog,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shoche,
Eli Mardock,
La Düsseldorf,
ABC,
Sparks,
Gabor Szabo,
Eurythmics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minny Pops,
Crispian St. Peters,
CMW,
Rites of Spring,
The Birthday Party,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yellowson,
The Evens,
Scott Walker,
Simply Red,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slackers,
The J.B.'s,
Kaleidoscope,
Leonard Cohen,
Alison Limerick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kayak,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Techniques,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cal Tjader,
The Blues Magoos,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.