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 Libya 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Warren Ellis to the disco 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Radiohead,
ABBA,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cowsills,
Brass Construction,
Kool Moe Dee,
Colin Newman,
The Walker Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Faraquet,
The Residents,
Wasted Youth,
Maurizio,
Roxy Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Donald Byrd,
John Holt,
Mr. Review,
World's Most,
The American Breed,
The Fuzztones,
The Young Rascals,
Magma,
Minutemen,
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zero Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
Negative Approach,
The Doors,
Joey Negro,
Los Fastidios,
Infiniti,
Fat Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Minor Threat,
Ohio Players,
the Normal,
Surgeon,
Essential Logic,
The Misunderstood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Pierre Henry,
Sexual Harrassment,
D'Angelo,
Sun City Girls,
Fad Gadget,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Starr,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.