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 Laos and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Black Bananas,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Finger,
The Vogues,
Sugar Minott,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scion,
Main Source,
Sun Ra,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Hill,
Juan Atkins,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moss Icon,
Mission of Burma,
F. McDonald,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sound Behaviour,
Delta 5,
Gang Green,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Holt,
Kerri Chandler,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Davy DMX,
Supertramp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Red Krayola,
Porter Ricks,
CMW,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sarah Menescal,
Pussy Galore,
Throbbing Gristle,
World's Most,
Wire,
Robert Wyatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Shuggie Otis,
Metal Thangz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crime,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marine Girls,
Steve Hackett,
The Saints,
Stetsasonic,
Jacques Brel,
Basic Channel,
Ten City,
Cal Tjader,
10cc,
The Toasters,
Jeff Lynne,
Parry Music,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.