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 Zimbabwe and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 kango's stein massive to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Move,
Hot Snakes,
Quantec,
Dark Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris Corsano,
A Certain Ratio,
Freddie Wadling,
Television Personalities,
Sister Nancy,
MC5,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smiths,
Eden Ahbez,
Dennis Brown,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker,
Nas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Litter,
Dave Gahan,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Copeland,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Martian,
Crash Course in Science,
The Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Neu!,
Grey Daturas,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Drexciya,
Bang On A Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABBA,
Mars,
Nik Kershaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jawbox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mr. Review,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ohio Players,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boz Scaggs,
Michelle Simonal,
Kas Product,
The Doors,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Osbourne,
UT,
Section 25,
Das Ding,
Siglo XX,
Moebius,
The Angels of Light,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.