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 Uganda and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare to the funk 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Pantytec,
Warren Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Searchers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June of 44,
Crooked Eye,
JFA,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Dolphy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare,
Juan Atkins,
The Seeds,
Gong,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker,
the Normal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Schoolly D,
Eden Ahbez,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABBA,
The Cure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red,
Nirvana,
Scrapy,
Pierre Henry,
Moby Grape,
Radiohead,
Joey Negro,
Eve St. Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-102,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed,
Marvin Gaye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Adolescents,
Harry Pussy,
Organ,
Brass Construction,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.