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 Brazil and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Black Pus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiopuhelimet,
Bronski Beat,
In Retrospect,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cymande,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slave,
The Misunderstood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Severed Heads,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funky Four + One,
X-102,
Tom Boy,
The Divine Comedy,
Donny Hathaway,
Brand Nubian,
Outsiders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Buckinghams,
New Order,
Oneida,
Accadde A,
Fear,
The Doors,
Gang Starr,
June Days,
Nirvana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ice-T,
Mission of Burma,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jandek,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moby Grape,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Teasers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gap Band,
Erykah Badu,
Eden Ahbez,
David McCallum,
Yusef Lateef,
Gong,
Donald Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Terry Callier,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scientists,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Max Romeo,
K-Klass,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suburban Knight,
Chrome,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.