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 Cyprus and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 of Four. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Toasters,
Skriet,
John Holt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fat Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Pylon,
Danielle Patucci,
Q and Not U,
Charles Mingus,
Easy Going,
Silicon Teens,
Slick Rick,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Halsall,
Alphaville,
A Certain Ratio,
Blossom Toes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rufus Thomas,
The Techniques,
Fatback Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cluster,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fuzztones,
The Saints,
Man Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Tres Demented,
B.T. Express,
Faust,
Nick Fraelich,
Tears for Fears,
China Crisis,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
10cc,
Al Stewart,
Harmonia,
Stereo Dub,
F. McDonald,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magma,
The Gladiators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Litter,
Bauhaus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
U.S. Maple,
Laurel Aitken,
Aural Exciters,
Chris & Cosey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cymande,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
The Red Krayola,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.