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 Somalia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick May,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Almond,
Soft Cell,
Television,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül II,
Delta 5,
Sister Nancy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
Minnie Riperton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Susan Cadogan,
Minny Pops,
Deepchord,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blancmange,
Todd Terry,
B.T. Express,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gladiators,
Visage,
Little Man,
Nick Fraelich,
Ludus,
Audionom,
Faust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Associates,
Supertramp,
Josef K,
Popol Vuh,
The Slackers,
Livin' Joy,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy Collins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Excepter,
Bobby Sherman,
F. McDonald,
Newcleus,
The Fall,
The J.B.'s,
Crime,
The Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Grey Daturas,
The Gories,
Boredoms,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlback,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.