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 South Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Style. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Visage,
Eve St. Jones,
Television,
The Motions,
John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eurythmics,
John Lydon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bluetip,
Television Personalities,
Deakin,
Siglo XX,
Warren Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Scientists,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monks,
New York Dolls,
Mark Hollis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
La Düsseldorf,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brand Nubian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monks,
Symarip,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Yaz,
Darondo,
Donald Byrd,
Black Pus,
Essential Logic,
The Modern Lovers,
The Searchers,
Flipper,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lakeside,
Alton Ellis,
Jandek,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Hood,
the Normal,
Rufus Thomas,
Thee Headcoats,
Connie Case,
Ronan,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angry Samoans,
Harmonia,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.