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 Korea North and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 AZ to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonic Youth,
H. Thieme,
Duran Duran,
Whodini,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Model 500,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gong,
Tubeway Army,
Rapeman,
The Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Kaleidoscope,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shoche,
Quantec,
Los Fastidios,
Maurizio,
Hasil Adkins,
Fluxion,
Make Up,
Kayak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cluster,
The Litter,
Scientists,
Soft Machine,
The Count Five,
Bauhaus,
Peter and Kerry,
The Motions,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mr. Review,
Delta 5,
Drexciya,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sight & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Althea and Donna,
Crash Course in Science,
Tim Buckley,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.