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 Peru and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eddi Front,
Symarip,
Can,
Negative Approach,
E-Dancer,
The Fugs,
Clear Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Starr,
F. McDonald,
World's Most,
Amazonics,
Bang On A Can,
Pulsallama,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Danielle Patucci,
Sam Rivers,
Cluster,
Electric Prunes,
MC5,
Vladislav Delay,
Sixth Finger,
The Trojans,
Depeche Mode,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacques Brel,
Maleditus Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Sight & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Nico,
The Move,
Aswad,
Lungfish,
The New Christs,
The Smoke,
The Residents,
Maurizio,
The Gun Club,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Near,
Rod Modell,
Yellowson,
Little Man,
Soul Sonic Force,
This Heat,
Television,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultra Naté,
The Mojo Men,
Agent Orange,
Ultravox,
Alphaville,
Malaria!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Mr. Review,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.