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 Cameroon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quantec,
The Gap Band,
Gang Starr,
Cecil Taylor,
Scratch Acid,
Lucky Dragons,
Joy Division,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Motorama,
The Trojans,
Bill Near,
Animal Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fela Kuti,
Brick,
The Divine Comedy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Letta Mbulu,
The Evens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slackers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Main Source,
Circle Jerks,
Crime,
Aloha Tigers,
Davy DMX,
Wings,
Byron Stingily,
The Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Fraelich,
Malaria!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Five Americans,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Byrd,
Warsaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiohead,
Gichy Dan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Names,
The Move,
Aural Exciters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.