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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Camberwell Now to the jazz 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Last Poets,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slackers,
Minny Pops,
The Evens,
Masters at Work,
Boredoms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Japan,
Bauhaus,
Soft Machine,
The Kinks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Peter and Kerry,
Kas Product,
Judy Mowatt,
The Leaves,
X-101,
Dark Day,
Sun City Girls,
Skaos,
The Fuzztones,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Enemy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liliput,
Moss Icon,
Barrington Levy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pole,
The Divine Comedy,
Symarip,
Iggy Pop,
The American Breed,
Massinfluence,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rotary Connection,
The Young Rascals,
Porter Ricks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
The Moleskins,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Cale,
Bluetip,
Bang On A Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Mills,
The Doors,
Robert Görl,
Ohio Players,
CMW,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.