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 Yemen and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Zapp to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gabor Szabo,
Bluetip,
The Slackers,
Tim Buckley,
Mr. Review,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monochrome Set,
Idris Muhammad,
Henry Cow,
Spoonie Gee,
The Skatalites,
UT,
Oblivians,
Michelle Simonal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ponytail,
Technova,
Newcleus,
Marvin Gaye,
Little Man,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sparks,
Buzzcocks,
Talk Talk,
Crash Course in Science,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bush Tetras,
Q and Not U,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Average White Band,
Joe Finger,
Ten City,
The Divine Comedy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vladislav Delay,
Donald Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tommy Roe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
cv313,
Cheater Slicks,
Quando Quango,
Monolake,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalo Schifrin,
Urselle,
Panda Bear,
Mission of Burma,
PIL,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.