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 Haiti and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Visage to the rap 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Mantronix,
The New Christs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The United States of America,
Idris Muhammad,
A Certain Ratio,
Ituana,
The Wake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Negative Approach,
the Human League,
Ice-T,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Names,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
This Heat,
Derrick Morgan,
Visage,
Mandrill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sandy B,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moleskins,
Scan 7,
Lalann,
Tommy Roe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Finger,
DNA,
Grauzone,
Steve Hackett,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donny Hathaway,
the Normal,
Joy Division,
X-Ray Spex,
The Red Krayola,
Mad Mike,
Cameo,
Dave Gahan,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Real Kids,
Fatback Band,
Barry Ungar,
The Fortunes,
The Stooges,
Ponytail,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glenn Branca,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Kerri Chandler,
David Bowie,
Rosa Yemen,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.