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 Sweden and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Sister Nancy to the electroclash 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Bootsy Collins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mandrill,
Subhumans,
Public Enemy,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anakelly,
cv313,
Jeff Mills,
Bush Tetras,
Nirvana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed,
Chris Corsano,
Nils Olav,
Mad Mike,
the Normal,
Negative Approach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wings,
Bill Near,
Icehouse,
Lou Christie,
Black Bananas,
Smog,
The Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick May,
The Doors,
The Birthday Party,
The Walker Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Slave,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sandy B,
The Count Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Depeche Mode,
Hashim,
Bluetip,
Iggy Pop,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skarface,
Sonic Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vainqueur,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
These Immortal Souls,
Terry Callier,
Banda Bassotti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.