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 Bahrain and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
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 oboe 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q65,
Bauhaus,
Crash Course in Science,
Scientists,
Blossom Toes,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Moebius,
The Velvet Underground,
Oneida,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ponytail,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harmonia,
The Motions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerri Chandler,
X-102,
48th St. Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Groovy Waters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Unwound,
Nirvana,
Ohio Players,
Mars,
Wolf Eyes,
The Grass Roots,
Wings,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Almond,
The Happenings,
The Music Machine,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultra Naté,
Joyce Sims,
Main Source,
Glenn Branca,
Neu!,
La Düsseldorf,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pole,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Dark Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sixth Finger,
The Victims,
Adolescents,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.