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 Kazakhstan and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Martian to the funk 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Chris Corsano,
Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
Josef K,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aswad,
A Certain Ratio,
Marine Girls,
Niagra,
Urselle,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Ituana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Searchers,
Panda Bear,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra,
The Names,
The Techniques,
The Skatalites,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mummies,
Michelle Simonal,
The Litter,
Pagans,
Peter and Kerry,
Yaz,
Lower 48,
Section 25,
Howard Jones,
Icehouse,
Fear,
Newcleus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funky Four + One,
Rakim,
The Count Five,
Max Romeo,
Robert Hood,
Alice Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Warsaw,
Whodini,
Scientists,
The Red Krayola,
Brand Nubian,
Cheater Slicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barbara Tucker,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.