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 Uzbekistan and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 UT to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New York Dolls,
Bronski Beat,
Albert Ayler,
The Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed,
Rotary Connection,
Spoonie Gee,
Mo-Dettes,
Neu!,
Pagans,
John Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Althea and Donna,
Erasure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Motorama,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Symarip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Theoretical Girls,
Procol Harum,
Graham Central Station,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boredoms,
Oneida,
Reuben Wilson,
New Age Steppers,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Hill,
Roger Hodgson,
Khruangbin,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalann,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Mills,
Sarah Menescal,
MC5,
Sparks,
T. Rex,
Model 500,
Rufus Thomas,
The Birthday Party,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moebius,
Eurythmics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Subhumans,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.