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 Russia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-Ray Spex to the grunge 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Laurel Aitken,
Ituana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marine Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Freddie Wadling,
Section 25,
Al Stewart,
Rekid,
Silicon Teens,
Dark Day,
Eric Copeland,
Sam Rivers,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Wells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donald Byrd,
The Moleskins,
The Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Almond,
Zapp,
The Gories,
Peter & Gordon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Little Man,
Kayak,
The Black Dice,
Erykah Badu,
X-101,
Ponytail,
Magazine,
Tres Demented,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warsaw,
Mandrill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cluster,
Sugar Minott,
Masters at Work,
The Five Americans,
The Birthday Party,
Moss Icon,
H. Thieme,
Nico,
The Slackers,
The Misunderstood,
Wire,
The Walker Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Minutemen,
The Seeds,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.