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 Sudan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bizarre Inc. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
In Retrospect,
Faust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Certain Ratio,
the Swans,
Alison Limerick,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Görl,
Grauzone,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
F. McDonald,
ABC,
Pulsallama,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Evens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Animal Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dave Gahan,
Piero Umiliani,
Average White Band,
Sight & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick May,
Rotary Connection,
Fatback Band,
Nils Olav,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Janne Schatter,
Swell Maps,
Lyres,
Oblivians,
PIL,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pylon,
Radio Birdman,
Von Mondo,
Ponytail,
Connie Case,
K-Klass,
Pantytec,
The Moleskins,
Easy Going,
Deakin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cybotron,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.