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 Tanzania and from London.
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 Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blake Baxter to the rap 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
The Selecter,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Searchers,
Newcleus,
Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bauhaus,
Derrick May,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scientists,
The Leaves,
Gregory Isaacs,
Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
The New Christs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang On A Can,
Davy DMX,
Royal Trux,
Khruangbin,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronnie Foster,
B.T. Express,
New Order,
The Gun Club,
Saccharine Trust,
The Real Kids,
Yellowson,
Crooked Eye,
Section 25,
Archie Shepp,
X-102,
Kerri Chandler,
Supertramp,
Alphaville,
DJ Style,
The J.B.'s,
Bob Dylan,
The Pretty Things,
The Detroit Cobras,
Main Source,
Piero Umiliani,
Adolescents,
UT,
The Standells,
Aswad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Model 500,
Robert Wyatt,
The Tremeloes,
Massinfluence,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.