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 Laos and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Bang On A Can to the grime 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Second Layer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Style,
The Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Motions,
the Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Howard Jones,
The J.B.'s,
The Techniques,
R.M.O.,
Todd Terry,
Camouflage,
Unrelated Segments,
Skarface,
Main Source,
David Axelrod,
Marshall Jefferson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Duran Duran,
Country Teasers,
Groovy Waters,
Lucky Dragons,
Television Personalities,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blackbyrds,
Fat Boys,
Joy Division,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kayak,
New York Dolls,
cv313,
Talk Talk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter & Gordon,
Severed Heads,
Au Pairs,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Slits,
Babytalk,
Man Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Christie,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gladiators,
Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Mark Hollis,
Ituana,
Brass Construction,
The Moleskins,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.