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 Cuba and from Seoul.
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 Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Sherman to the grime 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane 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?
Arab on Radar,
Surgeon,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul II Soul,
Crooked Eye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Qualms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mantronix,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
Television Personalities,
Alphaville,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
Slave,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June Days,
The Index,
The Techniques,
Second Layer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks,
Depeche Mode,
The Toasters,
Fugazi,
The Names,
The Victims,
Lindisfarne,
Toni Rubio,
LL Cool J,
Chris & Cosey,
Agitation Free,
The Mojo Men,
One Last Wish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chrome,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Style,
The Move,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tom Boy,
Nico,
Drexciya,
David McCallum,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
Josef K,
Rekid,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxette,
Erasure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mummies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Urselle,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.