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 Micronesia 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Bob Dylan to the jazz 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Archie Shepp,
Jawbox,
Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fluxion,
Thompson Twins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Residents,
The Invisible,
The United States of America,
Anakelly,
Morten Harket,
It's A Beautiful Day,
U.S. Maple,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Flag,
Zapp,
Television Personalities,
Bang On A Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Ohio Players,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
FM Einheit,
Albert Ayler,
Unrelated Segments,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warren Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Gang of Four,
Severed Heads,
Bill Wells,
Eli Mardock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rosa Yemen,
Talk Talk,
Marc Almond,
Josef K,
Organ,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Birthday Party,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.