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 Libya and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Gladiators to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Deadbeat,
Carl Craig,
Alice Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
PIL,
The Busters,
The Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker,
Youth Brigade,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric B and Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Mandrill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantytec,
Janne Schatter,
Idris Muhammad,
U.S. Maple,
The Skatalites,
Donny Hathaway,
Y Pants,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead,
Cymande,
Silicon Teens,
Yellowson,
Ronan,
Quantec,
World's Most,
H. Thieme,
Quando Quango,
Livin' Joy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slackers,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wasted Youth,
Josef K,
Swell Maps,
Skarface,
Cecil Taylor,
R.M.O.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heaven 17,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sparks,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
B.T. Express,
David Bowie,
Liliput,
The Gories,
48th St. Collective,
Visage,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.