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 Niger and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Terrestrial Tones to the jazz 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Main Source,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy Collins,
the Association,
The Standells,
The Toasters,
Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Icehouse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lucky Dragons,
Warren Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Ultra Naté,
Stetsasonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Deakin,
Absolute Body Control,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slits,
Sparks,
Groovy Waters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlback,
Metal Thangz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Simply Red,
Anthony Braxton,
The Saints,
the Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Monolake,
Piero Umiliani,
Panda Bear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cheater Slicks,
Graham Central Station,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bush Tetras,
The Gap Band,
Deadbeat,
The Fortunes,
Essential Logic,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Supertramp,
Bill Near,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker,
Pharoah Sanders,
Franke,
Can,
Prince Buster,
Tom Boy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Lydon,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.