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 Cameroon and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Chris & Cosey to the disco 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythm & Sound,
OOIOO,
H. Thieme,
MDC,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Japan,
Cal Tjader,
Dave Gahan,
Darondo,
Albert Ayler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neu!,
Ronan,
Pierre Henry,
The United States of America,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scientists,
The Move,
Sugar Minott,
Public Image Ltd.,
Franke,
Underground Resistance,
Ludus,
Pere Ubu,
Magazine,
The Tremeloes,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James White and The Blacks,
Max Romeo,
Alison Limerick,
Cameo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronnie Foster,
Blake Baxter,
Adolescents,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Machine,
Ultravox,
Ornette Coleman,
Youth Brigade,
Yaz,
Index,
The Cramps,
Pantytec,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Au Pairs,
the Normal,
Graham Central Station,
Al Stewart,
Lakeside,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonic Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Names,
The Moleskins,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.