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 Rwanda and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blackbyrds,
The Stooges,
David Axelrod,
CMW,
Country Teasers,
Quando Quango,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Byron Stingily,
Erasure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television Personalities,
Faraquet,
Dual Sessions,
Alison Limerick,
Minor Threat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Icehouse,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Idris Muhammad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yaz,
The Red Krayola,
Silicon Teens,
Funkadelic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Archie Shepp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül II,
X-Ray Spex,
Fat Boys,
Tom Boy,
Aural Exciters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Curtis Mayfield,
kango's stein massive,
John Foxx,
Harmonia,
Average White Band,
Gang of Four,
Dave Gahan,
Scrapy,
Banda Bassotti,
Yazoo,
Bill Wells,
Unwound,
Lungfish,
The Zeros,
New York Dolls,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash,
L. Decosne,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.