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 Iran and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Parry Music to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun City Girls,
The Monks,
Man Parrish,
The Names,
Eden Ahbez,
Gong,
MDC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mantronix,
Wings,
The Monochrome Set,
The Saints,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suburban Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dark Day,
Neil Young,
The Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Warsaw,
Iggy Pop,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang of Four,
Ultra Naté,
Swans,
Quando Quango,
Rod Modell,
The Cure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blancmange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smoke,
Reuben Wilson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Clear Light,
Scan 7,
Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skriet,
Mr. Review,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minutemen,
Black Pus,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Görl,
Public Image Ltd.,
Accadde A,
Technova,
Stereo Dub,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yellowson,
Subhumans,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.