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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 John Holt to the techno 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Visage,
Lalann,
Accadde A,
Wally Richardson,
H. Thieme,
Quando Quango,
Barrington Levy,
Harry Pussy,
Juan Atkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Arab on Radar,
The Divine Comedy,
Cecil Taylor,
Au Pairs,
Kenny Larkin,
Hot Snakes,
Skarface,
Nico,
Magma,
Half Japanese,
A Certain Ratio,
The Buckinghams,
The Busters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tubeway Army,
Masters at Work,
Beasts of Bourbon,
UT,
Jeru the Damaja,
Carl Craig,
Amazonics,
PIL,
New Order,
Ronan,
Y Pants,
Silicon Teens,
Glenn Branca,
Procol Harum,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Clarke,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Mills,
The Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Wings,
Archie Shepp,
The Grass Roots,
Freddie Wadling,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Görl,
Barbara Tucker,
Don Cherry,
Subhumans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.