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 Iceland and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Fad Gadget to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joyce Sims,
The Litter,
The Associates,
EPMD,
Pantytec,
The Blackbyrds,
Lower 48,
Fat Boys,
Graham Central Station,
The Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Stooges,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chrome,
The Evens,
Negative Approach,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
CMW,
Thompson Twins,
LL Cool J,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faust,
Sun Ra,
Lungfish,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lyres,
Sandy B,
Mr. Review,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tubeway Army,
Joensuu 1685,
Bad Manners,
Second Layer,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Copeland,
KRS-One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ice-T,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dead C,
David Bowie,
The Last Poets,
Darondo,
The Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June Days,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.