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 Suriname and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hoover to the rap 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Deadbeat,
Aloha Tigers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eve St. Jones,
Oblivians,
Con Funk Shun,
David Axelrod,
The Five Americans,
Wally Richardson,
Angry Samoans,
Pere Ubu,
Dave Gahan,
China Crisis,
Panda Bear,
The Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Nils Olav,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quando Quango,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Leonard Cohen,
Donald Byrd,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Saints,
Wolf Eyes,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Womack,
The Motions,
OOIOO,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Green,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delta 5,
Mars,
La Düsseldorf,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harmonia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glenn Branca,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monochrome Set,
Fad Gadget,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Byrd,
Wire,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
Rekid,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.