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 Nepal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Iggy Pop to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
CMW,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scion,
Los Fastidios,
Jawbox,
World's Most,
Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Alton Ellis,
Minor Threat,
John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cure,
Agitation Free,
Crash Course in Science,
Aaron Thompson,
The United States of America,
Gang Starr,
In Retrospect,
Harmonia,
Sugar Minott,
X-101,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
The Monks,
Magazine,
The Misunderstood,
Archie Shepp,
Scrapy,
Tres Demented,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tommy Roe,
a-ha,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wasted Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Sällskapet,
Quadrant,
The Star Department,
Hardrive,
Essential Logic,
Blancmange,
The Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
PIL,
the Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Juan Atkins,
New York Dolls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Porter Ricks,
Roger Hodgson,
E-Dancer,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.