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 the UAE and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Negative Approach to the disco 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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Green,
Junior Murvin,
Susan Cadogan,
Qualms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Adolescents,
Arab on Radar,
H. Thieme,
The Gladiators,
Whodini,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donald Byrd,
cv313,
AZ,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television,
Model 500,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Hood,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Tom Boy,
This Heat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Icehouse,
Aural Exciters,
John Foxx,
Tubeway Army,
Pulsallama,
Mark Hollis,
Terry Callier,
a-ha,
CMW,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Saints,
Stereo Dub,
The Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Mr. Review,
Chris & Cosey,
Masters at Work,
Ken Boothe,
Colin Newman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Josef K,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.