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 Saudi Arabia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Organ to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marine Girls,
Cymande,
Sun Ra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
PIL,
Alton Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Josef K,
Metal Thangz,
Crime,
ABC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Surgeon,
Amazonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Depeche Mode,
Dave Gahan,
L. Decosne,
Nick Fraelich,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zero Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erasure,
Toni Rubio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Normal,
Rufus Thomas,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Sherman,
Cheater Slicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Japan,
The Fuzztones,
the Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Trumans Water,
Anakelly,
Hashim,
The Monks,
Todd Terry,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sarah Menescal,
Television Personalities,
Rekid,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yellowson,
Con Funk Shun,
The Young Rascals,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.