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 Chile and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Anthony Braxton to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
Reagan Youth,
New Order,
Roger Hodgson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nirvana,
Janne Schatter,
Massinfluence,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quadrant,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
LL Cool J,
Ronnie Foster,
Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Y Pants,
The Toasters,
Joyce Sims,
Tom Boy,
This Heat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
AZ,
Ice-T,
T.S.O.L.,
Bad Manners,
Urselle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Von Mondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Interpol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
Man Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
David Axelrod,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Halsall,
Duran Duran,
Chris & Cosey,
Hardrive,
Jacob Miller,
Scratch Acid,
cv313,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barry Ungar,
Harmonia,
Radio Birdman,
The Smiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Thompson Twins,
Boz Scaggs,
These Immortal Souls,
Yazoo,
Deepchord,
Bluetip,
Animal Collective,
Sällskapet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Pantytec,
Terry Callier,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.