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 Guinea-Bissau and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Liliput to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Angry Samoans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Carl Craig,
Wasted Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fugazi,
Roger Hodgson,
Ice-T,
Kaleidoscope,
Graham Central Station,
Nico,
The Associates,
The Skatalites,
Gang Starr,
Brothers Johnson,
Joensuu 1685,
Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Black Pus,
the Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Laurel Aitken,
Au Pairs,
Lower 48,
Supertramp,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young,
Negative Approach,
Cheater Slicks,
Loose Ends,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Bourne,
Nirvana,
The Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Kayak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
One Last Wish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
World's Most,
The Trojans,
Lalann,
Leonard Cohen,
Skriet,
The Seeds,
Severed Heads,
The Techniques,
Scion,
Jerry's Kids,
Howard Jones,
The Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.