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 Zambia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Trumans Water to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
T.S.O.L.,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare,
Albert Ayler,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Section 25,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Halsall,
Y Pants,
Procol Harum,
Crime,
Mad Mike,
Quantec,
Japan,
The Searchers,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Marmalade,
Sarah Menescal,
Bush Tetras,
Cybotron,
Junior Murvin,
Brothers Johnson,
Severed Heads,
Soul Sonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Warsaw,
the Germs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents,
Oblivians,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Residents,
Gichy Dan,
The Associates,
Livin' Joy,
Unwound,
Los Fastidios,
Tom Boy,
Main Source,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Selecter,
The Last Poets,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skriet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mo-Dettes,
Judy Mowatt,
Bronski Beat,
Unrelated Segments,
Moby Grape,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.