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 Kiribati and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Cecil Taylor to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
F. McDonald,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Age Steppers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smiths,
D'Angelo,
Lindisfarne,
The Fall,
Patti Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Unwound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pagans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crime,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soulsonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Fluxion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cameo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Barracudas,
T. Rex,
Oblivians,
Pussy Galore,
Graham Central Station,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unrelated Segments,
Basic Channel,
Jawbox,
Moby Grape,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
The Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Roxy Music,
Hardrive,
Roger Hodgson,
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wally Richardson,
The Pretty Things,
Visage,
Black Bananas,
Babytalk,
Los Fastidios,
Brass Construction,
Sister Nancy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Procol Harum,
The Raincoats,
David Axelrod,
The Gladiators,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & 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.