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 Argentina and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Robert Wyatt to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Fall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
June of 44,
Schoolly D,
New York Dolls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blackbyrds,
Scrapy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masters at Work,
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
Silicon Teens,
Depeche Mode,
Bronski Beat,
Don Cherry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Half Japanese,
Shoche,
Black Moon,
Mark Hollis,
Donny Hathaway,
Panda Bear,
Alison Limerick,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Babytalk,
Joe Finger,
Hashim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Index,
Spandau Ballet,
The Skatalites,
The Birthday Party,
Smog,
The Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Red Krayola,
The Offenders,
The Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
Charles Mingus,
Byron Stingily,
Average White Band,
Subhumans,
The Mojo Men,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faust,
The Black Dice,
Whodini,
Roger Hodgson,
Tubeway Army,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.