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 Cyprus and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Colin Newman 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
In Retrospect,
Gang Starr,
Lyres,
The Skatalites,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warsaw,
New York Dolls,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slackers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Letta Mbulu,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erasure,
John Coltrane,
Bill Near,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Patti Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donald Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dark Day,
Ultra Naté,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Christie,
Blake Baxter,
Arcadia,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick Morgan,
Adolescents,
Alison Limerick,
The Offenders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Sheep,
Sparks,
Ice-T,
Slave,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Angels of Light,
Eurythmics,
The Selecter,
Popol Vuh,
Accadde A,
Charles Mingus,
B.T. Express,
Terry Callier,
Clear Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Cal Tjader,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neu!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.