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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Quadrant to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Schoolly D,
The Smoke,
Depeche Mode,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Associates,
The Pretty Things,
Tubeway Army,
Easy Going,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rapeman,
Neil Young,
Tom Boy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Negative Approach,
Todd Terry,
Accadde A,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Byron Stingily,
Audionom,
Alison Limerick,
The Star Department,
Gang Starr,
Piero Umiliani,
The Tremeloes,
Scratch Acid,
Anakelly,
Circle Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
The New Christs,
Make Up,
Y Pants,
The Knickerbockers,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Evens,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed,
cv313,
La Düsseldorf,
Arab on Radar,
Faraquet,
A Certain Ratio,
EPMD,
Icehouse,
Kayak,
Lou Christie,
Porter Ricks,
Danielle Patucci,
X-102,
Bobby Womack,
Janne Schatter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.