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 Tajikistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 The Barracudas 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Half Japanese,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arthur Verocai,
Tom Boy,
Terry Callier,
Intrusion,
The Angels of Light,
The Birthday Party,
MDC,
Grey Daturas,
Shuggie Otis,
Swell Maps,
The Names,
Albert Ayler,
Talk Talk,
Blancmange,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang of Four,
the Soft Cell,
The Cure,
The Toasters,
Mars,
Piero Umiliani,
the Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pretty Things,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young,
Carl Craig,
Robert Hood,
10cc,
The Barracudas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Near,
A Certain Ratio,
MC5,
Bobby Sherman,
Scion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers,
Suicide,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kayak,
Danielle Patucci,
Ten City,
The Martian,
Silicon Teens,
X-Ray Spex,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slackers,
Althea and Donna,
Pylon,
Schoolly D,
Barrington Levy,
World's Most,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.