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 Mongolia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Vladislav Delay to the techno 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Cure,
Scratch Acid,
Scion,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Litter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Depeche Mode,
Bronski Beat,
L. Decosne,
Slick Rick,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Smog,
Ossler,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Modern Lovers,
Stetsasonic,
Jacques Brel,
Infiniti,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sound,
DNA,
Quando Quango,
Suicide,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Barracudas,
The Blues Magoos,
FM Einheit,
Von Mondo,
MC5,
Terry Callier,
The Velvet Underground,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radio Birdman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gregory Isaacs,
Franke,
The Pretty Things,
Nas,
Sun City Girls,
Q and Not U,
Guru Guru,
Amazonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sandy B,
Barrington Levy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang of Four,
Soft Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Stiv Bators,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.