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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 FM Einheit to the techno 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Hood,
Sun City Girls,
Terry Callier,
Darondo,
Lakeside,
Eric Dolphy,
Slave,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxette,
This Heat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerri Chandler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Youth Brigade,
Sonic Youth,
The Cramps,
Quadrant,
Magma,
Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Sällskapet,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Swans,
Magazine,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gichy Dan,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Axelrod,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Smog,
Quando Quango,
Kenny Larkin,
Siglo XX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Dead Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Rotary Connection,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Japan,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Sonics,
Ponytail,
Arab on Radar,
The Dead C,
Audionom,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Althea and Donna,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.