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 Bahamas and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rap 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
Sun City Girls,
CMW,
Fluxion,
Blake Baxter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Star Department,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
Albert Ayler,
Laurel Aitken,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fugs,
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
48th St. Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris Corsano,
The Beau Brummels,
Delta 5,
Nick Fraelich,
Second Layer,
Mandrill,
David McCallum,
Ossler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shuggie Otis,
The Remains,
In Retrospect,
The Mojo Men,
The Leaves,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alphaville,
a-ha,
Scrapy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool Moe Dee,
Buzzcocks,
The Mummies,
Jerry's Kids,
The Wake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camberwell Now,
the Slits,
B.T. Express,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crash Course in Science,
Curtis Mayfield,
Khruangbin,
Young Marble Giants,
Slave,
the Association,
Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.