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 Uganda and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Tremeloes to the funk 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Misunderstood,
Minutemen,
Carl Craig,
The Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arcadia,
Gichy Dan,
Parry Music,
World's Most,
Yazoo,
Henry Cow,
DNA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Laurel Aitken,
Skaos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cure,
Sarah Menescal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grauzone,
The Dead C,
Donald Byrd,
Boredoms,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reuben Wilson,
Silicon Teens,
Can,
Pylon,
The Skatalites,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Association,
Television,
Michelle Simonal,
The Raincoats,
The Durutti Column,
Tres Demented,
Joe Smooth,
Q65,
Joensuu 1685,
Cybotron,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.