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 Namibia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DJ Style to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Last Poets,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Teasers,
The Cramps,
Shoche,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unwound,
Peter & Gordon,
Althea and Donna,
Stetsasonic,
Q65,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Severed Heads,
The Victims,
Lungfish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sam Rivers,
Sonic Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Real Kids,
Skaos,
Inner City,
Chris Corsano,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
AZ,
Arthur Verocai,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Hill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Desert Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Susan Cadogan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Average White Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pussy Galore,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anakelly,
Pere Ubu,
Scientists,
Aswad,
Kas Product,
Jerry's Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fad Gadget,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.