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 Israel and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Tears for Fears to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Harmonia,
Depeche Mode,
Whodini,
Jawbox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Halsall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Trumans Water,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sister Nancy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angry Samoans,
Lalann,
T.S.O.L.,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mandrill,
Second Layer,
Royal Trux,
Aural Exciters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pere Ubu,
The Cramps,
Bill Near,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flash Fearless,
Lucky Dragons,
The Residents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
CMW,
Black Flag,
L. Decosne,
the Association,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nas,
Derrick May,
Connie Case,
Ponytail,
Cluster,
Lungfish,
Peter and Kerry,
Lakeside,
Ken Boothe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
cv313,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fugs,
Vainqueur,
Al Stewart,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Moon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.