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 Rwanda and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Magazine to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Brothers Johnson,
Quando Quango,
Nik Kershaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Animal Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flamin' Groovies,
T. Rex,
Kenny Larkin,
Marmalade,
This Heat,
The American Breed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Green,
Terry Callier,
Das Ding,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cowsills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Saccharine Trust,
Oneida,
Zero Boys,
Eurythmics,
Section 25,
The Beau Brummels,
Quantec,
cv313,
Aswad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mojo Men,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Wake,
Eric Dolphy,
CMW,
Soulsonic Force,
Nico,
Danielle Patucci,
Althea and Donna,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül,
Mandrill,
Ohio Players,
Chrome,
Excepter,
Matthew Bourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Axelrod,
Tears for Fears,
Alice Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.