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 Maldives and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Blake Baxter to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Public Enemy,
The Fortunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Pole,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Wells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suicide,
New Order,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moody Blues,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Popol Vuh,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agent Orange,
Pussy Galore,
ABBA,
Bob Dylan,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Machine,
Clear Light,
Bush Tetras,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Last Poets,
Easy Going,
Procol Harum,
These Immortal Souls,
New York Dolls,
Tres Demented,
Godley & Creme,
Scan 7,
The Mummies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slick Rick,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABC,
Camberwell Now,
the Slits,
Parry Music,
Animal Collective,
Quantec,
Thompson Twins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Los Fastidios,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aloha Tigers,
Ludus,
E-Dancer,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris & Cosey,
Suburban Knight,
Motorama,
LL Cool J,
The Detroit Cobras,
Janne Schatter,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.