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 Sierra Leone and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 8 Eyed Spy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Icehouse,
Derrick May,
Tim Buckley,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Barracudas,
Easy Going,
Vainqueur,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magma,
Audionom,
Flipper,
The Birthday Party,
Make Up,
Nas,
Grey Daturas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Saints,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
CMW,
Dave Gahan,
Ituana,
The Gladiators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Last Poets,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visage,
Joensuu 1685,
Fatback Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Wolf Eyes,
New York Dolls,
The Cowsills,
Massinfluence,
The Sonics,
Kayak,
Thompson Twins,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Stooges,
The Names,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yaz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick Morgan,
the Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rekid,
Charles Mingus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grauzone,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.