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 Turkmenistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grime 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Peter and Kerry,
Nirvana,
Mark Hollis,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dave Gahan,
The Residents,
Barry Ungar,
Severed Heads,
Freddie Wadling,
Eve St. Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Newcleus,
JFA,
Royal Trux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wire,
FM Einheit,
Godley & Creme,
Half Japanese,
Audionom,
Sarah Menescal,
Susan Cadogan,
The Durutti Column,
Bluetip,
Goldenarms,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Halsall,
The Victims,
The Velvet Underground,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Prince Buster,
Supertramp,
Das Ding,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Lynne,
Brothers Johnson,
U.S. Maple,
The Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Crime,
Yaz,
Joe Finger,
Gang Green,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James White and The Blacks,
Flipper,
Alphaville,
Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Searchers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stereo Dub,
Drexciya,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Bowie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
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.