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 China and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 The Wake to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rakim,
Intrusion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Leonard Cohen,
The Standells,
Aaron Thompson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlback,
JFA,
The Associates,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hoover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Von Mondo,
Youth Brigade,
Young Marble Giants,
Masters at Work,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suicide,
Henry Cow,
Black Moon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Archie Shepp,
World's Most,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
Mars,
the Human League,
Talk Talk,
Wally Richardson,
Marvin Gaye,
Kas Product,
Scan 7,
Jandek,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
FM Einheit,
The Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pierre Henry,
Cameo,
Black Pus,
Lucky Dragons,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unrelated Segments,
Warren Ellis,
Mantronix,
Roxy Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anakelly,
Moby Grape,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.