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 Rwanda and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Freddie Wadling 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Grass Roots,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Barbara Tucker,
Organ,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Sneak,
Blancmange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minnie Riperton,
The Modern Lovers,
Pole,
New York Dolls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hoover,
Dave Gahan,
Grey Daturas,
Jandek,
Groovy Waters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Carl Craig,
Lower 48,
Country Teasers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Bananas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aural Exciters,
Das Ding,
The Fugs,
Bauhaus,
The Litter,
Neil Young,
Nick Fraelich,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fugazi,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monks,
Roxy Music,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Michelle Simonal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Livin' Joy,
Pylon,
The Gun Club,
The Barracudas,
The Blackbyrds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The United States of America,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.