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 Denmark and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Darondo 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Animal Collective,
Deadbeat,
Joensuu 1685,
Quadrant,
The J.B.'s,
Carl Craig,
Little Man,
Quantec,
The Velvet Underground,
Shuggie Otis,
Sister Nancy,
Sam Rivers,
Patti Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Barracudas,
Barry Ungar,
The Raincoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Liliput,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gories,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter and Kerry,
The Kinks,
The Smiths,
Camberwell Now,
Harmonia,
Gichy Dan,
Index,
Pagans,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cluster,
Glenn Branca,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June Days,
Mo-Dettes,
Fatback Band,
Marine Girls,
The Move,
Bad Manners,
Deakin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Durutti Column,
FM Einheit,
The Selecter,
Chrome,
Newcleus,
Rod Modell,
Country Teasers,
The Human League,
The Index,
the Association,
ABC,
Minny Pops,
Aloha Tigers,
Unwound,
Con Funk Shun,
The Invisible,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.