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 Czech Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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?
Mr. Review,
Ultra Naté,
The Smoke,
The Slackers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
R.M.O.,
Black Pus,
Todd Terry,
Rapeman,
Shoche,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smiths,
Howard Jones,
The Mummies,
Gichy Dan,
The Residents,
The Knickerbockers,
Joensuu 1685,
Panda Bear,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Sight & Sound,
Y Pants,
Mo-Dettes,
Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Grey Daturas,
Darondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agent Orange,
Colin Newman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Procol Harum,
Oblivians,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool Moe Dee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxette,
the Sonics,
Derrick May,
Guru Guru,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kaleidoscope,
Groovy Waters,
Janne Schatter,
Neu!,
The Seeds,
Grauzone,
Arthur Verocai,
F. McDonald,
KRS-One,
Rites of Spring,
Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
John Foxx,
Skaos,
Todd Rundgren,
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.