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 Malaysia and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Severed Heads to the rap 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Brand Nubian,
Arab on Radar,
Erasure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Little Man,
Oblivians,
Leonard Cohen,
Magma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Underground Resistance,
Dawn Penn,
The Stooges,
Ultimate Spinach,
Silicon Teens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Franke,
Skaos,
Fugazi,
Sparks,
F. McDonald,
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Almond,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eden Ahbez,
The Offenders,
Siglo XX,
Glenn Branca,
The Sound,
LL Cool J,
Flipper,
Animal Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Youth Brigade,
Visage,
Gichy Dan,
Alison Limerick,
Mandrill,
Kaleidoscope,
Procol Harum,
X-Ray Spex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
48th St. Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Jawbox,
The Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Associates,
Warsaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Crash Course in Science,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.