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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Wyatt to the rock 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Connie Case,
Basic Channel,
Simply Red,
The Durutti Column,
Ralphi Rosario,
Malaria!,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Delta 5,
The Music Machine,
Bauhaus,
Brass Construction,
Cybotron,
Henry Cow,
Mantronix,
the Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Groovy Waters,
The Residents,
Marmalade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pole,
Delon & Dalcan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dirtbombs,
Donny Hathaway,
Joy Division,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Severed Heads,
Stereo Dub,
The Toasters,
Rosa Yemen,
Second Layer,
Qualms,
Siglo XX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
Lakeside,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
T. Rex,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Porter Ricks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funky Four + One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
PIL,
Camouflage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fugazi,
Jacques Brel,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare,
Juan Atkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.