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 Syria and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chris & Cosey to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
the Human League,
Max Romeo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eli Mardock,
The Vogues,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Youth Brigade,
Zero Boys,
Underground Resistance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Los Fastidios,
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Leonard Cohen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camberwell Now,
Skaos,
Matthew Halsall,
The Star Department,
Bobby Sherman,
Nas,
The Standells,
Anthony Braxton,
Hardrive,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sällskapet,
The Birthday Party,
Yusef Lateef,
10cc,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bluetip,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suburban Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Howard Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grauzone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unrelated Segments,
Mantronix,
Maurizio,
The Leaves,
Gabor Szabo,
Sparks,
Ossler,
Yellowson,
Supertramp,
Porter Ricks,
Pantaleimon,
Sun City Girls,
the Germs,
Kerri Chandler,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.