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 Algeria and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lee Hazlewood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
the Association,
Pagans,
Howard Jones,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy Collins,
MC5,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Wyatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cal Tjader,
The Count Five,
The Litter,
Bad Manners,
Section 25,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cowsills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gladiators,
The Dead C,
Bobbi Humphrey,
One Last Wish,
Erasure,
Sparks,
Donald Byrd,
Surgeon,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul II Soul,
The Happenings,
Flash Fearless,
Duran Duran,
Blancmange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Isaac Hayes,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Make Up,
Mars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
Banda Bassotti,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris & Cosey,
Scratch Acid,
Patti Smith,
Lungfish,
The Trojans,
Albert Ayler,
John Foxx,
Soulsonic Force,
Warsaw,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New York Dolls,
Rufus Thomas,
Newcleus,
Rotary Connection,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.