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 Australia and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Grass Roots,
Nico,
Negative Approach,
The Invisible,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül,
Isaac Hayes,
MDC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alice Coltrane,
X-101,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Hill,
Depeche Mode,
Heaven 17,
Patti Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Max Romeo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul II Soul,
The Moody Blues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Pus,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Style,
Shuggie Otis,
Sarah Menescal,
Quantec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pylon,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Jacob Miller,
Moss Icon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Certain Ratio,
Flamin' Groovies,
T.S.O.L.,
Fugazi,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Almond,
ABBA,
Camberwell Now,
the Germs,
Sun Ra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joyce Sims,
June of 44,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stetsasonic,
Ossler,
Ohio Players,
Faust,
The Trojans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.