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 Thailand and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Absolute Body Control to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
the Germs,
Boz Scaggs,
KRS-One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Von Mondo,
Oblivians,
World's Most,
Oneida,
Sight & Sound,
Duran Duran,
Lakeside,
Spandau Ballet,
Anthony Braxton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Outsiders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Misunderstood,
Clear Light,
Laurel Aitken,
CMW,
Babytalk,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Index,
The Kinks,
Brass Construction,
David Bowie,
The Birthday Party,
Sarah Menescal,
Dawn Penn,
Pierre Henry,
Fluxion,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Banda Bassotti,
Barbara Tucker,
Quadrant,
Bronski Beat,
The Offenders,
Ronan,
The Evens,
The Golliwogs,
Subhumans,
Unrelated Segments,
Brand Nubian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Index,
The Buckinghams,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers,
Eli Mardock,
The Smiths,
Tim Buckley,
Hashim,
Black Sheep,
Thompson Twins,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.