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 Liberia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 DJ Style to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tim Buckley,
Donny Hathaway,
The Standells,
Don Cherry,
China Crisis,
Bang On A Can,
Juan Atkins,
The Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Warren Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxette,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visage,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Aaron Thompson,
Sister Nancy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
Livin' Joy,
Byron Stingily,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Trumans Water,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Fraelich,
John Foxx,
Dual Sessions,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispian St. Peters,
The New Christs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alphaville,
Eli Mardock,
AZ,
Black Pus,
Underground Resistance,
Blancmange,
Dead Boys,
Fugazi,
Marmalade,
Matthew Halsall,
Babytalk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tres Demented,
Crooked Eye,
Tom Boy,
Neu!,
Ornette Coleman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.