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 Micronesia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Mo-Dettes to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dave Gahan,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Axelrod,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Near,
Leonard Cohen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Cameo,
The Birthday Party,
The Mighty Diamonds,
In Retrospect,
Juan Atkins,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nirvana,
Saccharine Trust,
Vladislav Delay,
ABC,
Lucky Dragons,
the Fania All-Stars,
Josef K,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flipper,
the Bar-Kays,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
JFA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
PIL,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cal Tjader,
The Moody Blues,
Bauhaus,
Grey Daturas,
Gregory Isaacs,
La Düsseldorf,
Fear,
The Busters,
The Divine Comedy,
Sound Behaviour,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Sheep,
Sandy B,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Leaves,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scientists,
The Offenders,
Depeche Mode,
Jacques Brel,
The Durutti Column,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantaleimon,
Flash Fearless,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.