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 Dominica and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 This Heat to the rock 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Gories,
Ronnie Foster,
David Axelrod,
Supertramp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Make Up,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Yazoo,
Nico,
Max Romeo,
Carl Craig,
Todd Terry,
The Star Department,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
Donald Byrd,
Josef K,
Heaven 17,
The Black Dice,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marshall Jefferson,
LL Cool J,
The Cure,
Agitation Free,
Aswad,
Joey Negro,
Harpers Bizarre,
Motorama,
Brick,
Bobby Sherman,
Blossom Toes,
The Smoke,
Graham Central Station,
Ludus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mantronix,
Davy DMX,
Dead Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mary Jane Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang of Four,
Malaria!,
Parry Music,
Bob Dylan,
Ten City,
Pierre Henry,
Babytalk,
Skriet,
The Pop Group,
The Walker Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Selecter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bauhaus,
The Evens,
Anthony Braxton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.