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 Singapore and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ornette Coleman to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
U.S. Maple,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Bowie,
The Residents,
Erasure,
T.S.O.L.,
Patti Smith,
Animal Collective,
Malaria!,
Jeff Lynne,
Hardrive,
D'Angelo,
Fat Boys,
The Slackers,
Barrington Levy,
X-Ray Spex,
Crooked Eye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rufus Thomas,
The Five Americans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mandrill,
Ituana,
The Zeros,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Franke,
Glenn Branca,
Steve Hackett,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Starr,
the Bar-Kays,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cowsills,
KRS-One,
Bang On A Can,
Swell Maps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gregory Isaacs,
Panda Bear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Metal Thangz,
Sun City Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra,
Grey Daturas,
E-Dancer,
In Retrospect,
Bluetip,
Black Pus,
Pierre Henry,
Bronski Beat,
Los Fastidios,
Faraquet,
The Evens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.