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 Austria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Symarip to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q65,
Matthew Halsall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Motions,
Bobby Womack,
Monolake,
Fat Boys,
David Bowie,
Peter & Gordon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Dolphy,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Walker Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-101,
Blancmange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
Terry Callier,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suicide,
Alice Coltrane,
Whodini,
Eddi Front,
The Dead C,
Glambeats Corp.,
Index,
10cc,
The United States of America,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lee Hazlewood,
Subhumans,
Pulsallama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eve St. Jones,
Shoche,
Laurel Aitken,
8 Eyed Spy,
Talk Talk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yusef Lateef,
Silicon Teens,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
Rotary Connection,
The Real Kids,
The Invisible,
The Birthday Party,
Boredoms,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.