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 Bhutan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers,
Hoover,
Sparks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
China Crisis,
John Lydon,
Severed Heads,
Agitation Free,
the Normal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monolake,
Frankie Knuckles,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fortunes,
Schoolly D,
The Flesh Eaters,
Connie Case,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deepchord,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ohio Players,
Shuggie Otis,
Duran Duran,
Qualms,
Subhumans,
Eurythmics,
Oneida,
DJ Style,
Terry Callier,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
UT,
Whodini,
FM Einheit,
Robert Hood,
Marc Almond,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The American Breed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ornette Coleman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Agent Orange,
Average White Band,
Mark Hollis,
James White and The Blacks,
The Techniques,
Interpol,
Brothers Johnson,
Leonard Cohen,
Minutemen,
The Evens,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.