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 Mozambique and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Colin Newman to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Royal Trux,
Main Source,
Brick,
The Angels of Light,
Blossom Toes,
Yellowson,
David Bowie,
The Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Basic Channel,
Dave Gahan,
the Normal,
Jeff Lynne,
Sparks,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Cale,
Oneida,
The Gladiators,
Joyce Sims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quantec,
Jacob Miller,
Oblivians,
Lakeside,
The Smoke,
Buzzcocks,
The Black Dice,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suburban Knight,
Goldenarms,
The Shadows of Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Henry Cow,
Ultravox,
Yusef Lateef,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Underground Resistance,
Lindisfarne,
The Durutti Column,
Sight & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
One Last Wish,
Rapeman,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eurythmics,
Mission of Burma,
Sixth Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Audionom,
Bootsy Collins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
Brothers Johnson,
Minny Pops,
The Gun Club,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.