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 Sri Lanka and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Flamin' Groovies to the jazz 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
JFA,
Radiohead,
Dark Day,
Underground Resistance,
Cecil Taylor,
Moebius,
Circle Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
The Monks,
The Music Machine,
New Order,
The Martian,
Bob Dylan,
Donny Hathaway,
Sparks,
Vladislav Delay,
Royal Trux,
The Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxette,
Prince Buster,
The Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lucky Dragons,
Q65,
Susan Cadogan,
The Victims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Tears for Fears,
The Fuzztones,
Chrome,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Simply Red,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
Dave Gahan,
The Offenders,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Zeros,
Whodini,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick Morgan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
D'Angelo,
The Smoke,
Technova,
MDC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.