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 Angola 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eli Mardock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Ornette Coleman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monks,
Joyce Sims,
ABC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The American Breed,
Crime,
Soft Machine,
Hot Snakes,
AZ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Qualms,
Flash Fearless,
Godley & Creme,
Drexciya,
Motorama,
Q65,
L. Decosne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantaleimon,
Silicon Teens,
Tom Boy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
In Retrospect,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tim Buckley,
Basic Channel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerrie Biddell,
T.S.O.L.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Monolake,
Visage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Near,
Jeff Lynne,
Ohio Players,
Joey Negro,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scion,
The Offenders,
Duran Duran,
Saccharine Trust,
Rotary Connection,
Groovy Waters,
CMW,
Ken Boothe,
the Soft Cell,
Technova,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Audionom,
The Gun Club,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.