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 Equatorial Guinea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Intrusion 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smoke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q and Not U,
Deakin,
Pantytec,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones,
EPMD,
Procol Harum,
the Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Underground Resistance,
Slave,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lakeside,
Maurizio,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultravox,
The Skatalites,
D'Angelo,
World's Most,
The Pop Group,
The New Christs,
Warsaw,
Khruangbin,
Heaven 17,
Sällskapet,
Ten City,
Make Up,
The Motions,
Matthew Halsall,
Yaz,
Public Enemy,
Harmonia,
Hot Snakes,
Aswad,
Organ,
Eli Mardock,
the Fania All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Aaron Thompson,
The Invisible,
Cecil Taylor,
Groovy Waters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Wally Richardson,
Visage,
Todd Rundgren,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Martian,
Skaos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.