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 Mozambique and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Be Bop Deluxe 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Scott Walker,
The Offenders,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thompson Twins,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Halsall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wasted Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Underground Resistance,
Roxy Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MDC,
The Pop Group,
The Fugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Scion,
The Martian,
The Golliwogs,
Thee Headcoats,
Minutemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tom Boy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stereo Dub,
Scrapy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra,
Royal Trux,
Prince Buster,
the Germs,
Crooked Eye,
Organ,
Todd Terry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Stooges,
Fatback Band,
Barry Ungar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Motorama,
David Axelrod,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Christie,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Negative Approach,
Sight & Sound,
The Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lindisfarne,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.