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 Senegal and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Khruangbin,
The Dave Clark Five,
June Days,
The Fall,
Y Pants,
Stereo Dub,
Flipper,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Stetsasonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Mills,
Black Flag,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chrome,
The Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Byron Stingily,
Visage,
Amon Düül,
Jerry's Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Hasil Adkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Symarip,
Joey Negro,
OOIOO,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rakim,
ABBA,
Kerri Chandler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aloha Tigers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Searchers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Audionom,
Fatback Band,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Associates,
Suburban Knight,
The Gun Club,
Skriet,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantytec,
The Moody Blues,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.