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 Morocco and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Danielle Patucci 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Searchers,
Althea and Donna,
Swell Maps,
Average White Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Altered Images,
Magma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chrome,
ABC,
Fatback Band,
The Gories,
The Angels of Light,
The Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Stooges,
Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lyres,
Duran Duran,
Barry Ungar,
Urselle,
Bootsy Collins,
ABBA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacob Miller,
The Residents,
The Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Copeland,
Q and Not U,
Mars,
The Gladiators,
The Pretty Things,
Glenn Branca,
Scan 7,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers,
Whodini,
Todd Rundgren,
New Age Steppers,
Brass Construction,
Yazoo,
Mandrill,
Crooked Eye,
MC5,
T. Rex,
Fat Boys,
The Music Machine,
Roxy Music,
The Pop Group,
Unrelated Segments,
Tim Buckley,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.