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 Poland and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nico to the dance 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Scrapy,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacob Miller,
Loose Ends,
Organ,
H. Thieme,
AZ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cramps,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül II,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultra Naté,
Franke,
PIL,
Section 25,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Byrd,
The Star Department,
Harry Pussy,
Quantec,
Popol Vuh,
Hasil Adkins,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Accadde A,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Smog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ponytail,
Massinfluence,
Shoche,
Alton Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Mills,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül,
David Axelrod,
Blancmange,
Scratch Acid,
Godley & Creme,
The Standells,
Robert Hood,
Lower 48,
Kayak,
Schoolly D,
Dawn Penn,
LL Cool J,
Wolf Eyes,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.