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 Zambia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Intrusion to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Josef K,
The Detroit Cobras,
June Days,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
China Crisis,
Eddi Front,
The Mojo Men,
The Saints,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ice-T,
Groovy Waters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Raincoats,
Gong,
Black Moon,
Urselle,
Isaac Hayes,
Masters at Work,
Ultra Naté,
Tim Buckley,
Magma,
John Foxx,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül II,
Marmalade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nico,
Thompson Twins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faraquet,
Underground Resistance,
The Gories,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Negative Approach,
Deepchord,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Organ,
Banda Bassotti,
Excepter,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kas Product,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slackers,
David Bowie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.