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 United Kingdom and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Suicide to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 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 Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fear,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Associates,
Wolf Eyes,
Flash Fearless,
The Star Department,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Pus,
Unwound,
Crash Course in Science,
Icehouse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Procol Harum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sällskapet,
Average White Band,
Stetsasonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Stooges,
Moby Grape,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deakin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Model 500,
Grey Daturas,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Style,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
The Doors,
The Pretty Things,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lakeside,
Kerri Chandler,
Kayak,
Los Fastidios,
ABBA,
The J.B.'s,
Ronnie Foster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Danielle Patucci,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Althea and Donna,
Patti Smith,
Wire,
Das Ding,
Reuben Wilson,
Brass Construction,
Jawbox,
One Last Wish,
Duran Duran,
Nico,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.