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 Egypt 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Iggy Pop to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
a-ha,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ken Boothe,
Zapp,
Agent Orange,
Marmalade,
Eric Dolphy,
New York Dolls,
Scientists,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Massinfluence,
Skriet,
In Retrospect,
Harmonia,
Stetsasonic,
Q and Not U,
The Index,
The Kinks,
Eurythmics,
Amazonics,
Gang of Four,
Dave Gahan,
Vladislav Delay,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
The Angels of Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Near,
Tears for Fears,
Nas,
LL Cool J,
Flipper,
the Association,
The Knickerbockers,
Severed Heads,
Nils Olav,
Japan,
Bluetip,
The Blues Magoos,
the Bar-Kays,
Bauhaus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vainqueur,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
K-Klass,
Spandau Ballet,
Radio Birdman,
Popol Vuh,
James White and The Blacks,
Reagan Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Modern Lovers,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.