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 New Zealand 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Darondo to the dance 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Excepter,
Arthur Verocai,
Liliput,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cal Tjader,
The Fortunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Davy DMX,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Carl Craig,
Heaven 17,
Jimmy McGriff,
Panda Bear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Inner City,
Television Personalities,
The Searchers,
Colin Newman,
The Divine Comedy,
Surgeon,
UT,
Joyce Sims,
Lower 48,
Vladislav Delay,
Shoche,
Severed Heads,
the Slits,
The Seeds,
Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Los Fastidios,
The Dead C,
cv313,
Swell Maps,
Fat Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blancmange,
The Moleskins,
Black Bananas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Copeland,
Brand Nubian,
The Misunderstood,
The Trojans,
Lightning Bolt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Michelle Simonal,
Crooked Eye,
Index,
The Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rosa Yemen,
Monolake,
Cecil Taylor,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül,
Eurythmics,
Gang Green,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.