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 Algeria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 The New Christs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül,
Wire,
These Immortal Souls,
Eli Mardock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arcadia,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Parry Music,
Al Stewart,
Grauzone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oneida,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Magazine,
Jacques Brel,
Gichy Dan,
Zero Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
CMW,
Warren Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Grey Daturas,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cluster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cramps,
Arthur Verocai,
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris Corsano,
Eden Ahbez,
Dennis Brown,
Interpol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
AZ,
Piero Umiliani,
Colin Newman,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Remains,
Bobby Sherman,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Circle Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mad Mike,
Alton Ellis,
Oblivians,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.