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 Croatia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 In Retrospect to the electroclash 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hoover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Theoretical Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Jacob Miller,
The J.B.'s,
Porter Ricks,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy Collins,
Flipper,
DNA,
Magazine,
the Normal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cameo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Massinfluence,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Age Steppers,
Marine Girls,
Adolescents,
Deadbeat,
Moebius,
Pierre Henry,
Sun City Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Eating Sloth,
Malaria!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerri Chandler,
Donald Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Man Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faust,
Television,
Marc Almond,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
X-101,
Peter and Kerry,
Slick Rick,
The Human League,
Schoolly D,
Simply Red,
Delon & Dalcan,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry's Kids,
The Vogues,
Guru Guru,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxy Music,
Talk Talk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stereo Dub,
Funky Four + One,
The Cure,
The Mojo Men,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.