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 Russia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hot Snakes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Shoche,
The Music Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultra Naté,
The Techniques,
Second Layer,
A Certain Ratio,
Heaven 17,
Henry Cow,
The Beau Brummels,
Brand Nubian,
Fela Kuti,
L. Decosne,
Schoolly D,
Zapp,
Monolake,
Royal Trux,
Don Cherry,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blancmange,
Neu!,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Misunderstood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
T.S.O.L.,
Barbara Tucker,
Goldenarms,
Duran Duran,
Animal Collective,
Faust,
Lower 48,
Ronan,
Warren Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Fugazi,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David McCallum,
Vladislav Delay,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Trumans Water,
Malaria!,
Alison Limerick,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
Eric Dolphy,
Lyres,
Soul II Soul,
Black Bananas,
Alice Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
Franke,
Interpol,
Mandrill,
Drexciya,
Panda Bear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.