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 Oman and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blancmange to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacob Miller,
Magazine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ice-T,
Essential Logic,
Surgeon,
Todd Terry,
Underground Resistance,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Names,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television,
Nils Olav,
Moebius,
Isaac Hayes,
Ludus,
Graham Central Station,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shuggie Otis,
Mars,
The Cramps,
Josef K,
Yusef Lateef,
Soulsonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flipper,
Carl Craig,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Procol Harum,
Lyres,
Scion,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultravox,
World's Most,
Bush Tetras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agitation Free,
Swell Maps,
Mad Mike,
Lower 48,
Icehouse,
Joensuu 1685,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABBA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pere Ubu,
Agent Orange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Teasers,
Pulsallama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camberwell Now,
Little Man,
Fear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.