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 Estonia and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Infiniti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker,
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru,
Whodini,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monks,
The Smiths,
Visage,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Groovy Waters,
Danielle Patucci,
Mandrill,
Rod Modell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thee Headcoats,
Connie Case,
Loose Ends,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warsaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sound Behaviour,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barry Ungar,
Symarip,
Zapp,
Young Marble Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The United States of America,
AZ,
Lou Reed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gun Club,
Youth Brigade,
Suburban Knight,
Joy Division,
The Names,
New York Dolls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smoke,
The Motions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
FM Einheit,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hashim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun City Girls,
Shoche,
Franke,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Quantec,
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.