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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Curtis Mayfield to the rap 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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Magazine,
Steve Hackett,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Clarke,
F. McDonald,
Peter & Gordon,
Hashim,
Faust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agent Orange,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Bowie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Inner City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mission of Burma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scrapy,
Groovy Waters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radio Birdman,
Ossler,
Black Bananas,
John Holt,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Babytalk,
Ultravox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lucky Dragons,
Schoolly D,
Alphaville,
Wolf Eyes,
The Music Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Howard Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Malaria!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Index,
Tubeway Army,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gories,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
JFA,
James White and The Blacks,
Absolute Body Control,
cv313,
Lakeside,
Talk Talk,
Panda Bear,
Q and Not U,
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.