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 Nepal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 CMW to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultra Naté,
Minny Pops,
AZ,
World's Most,
Sun City Girls,
David Bowie,
Aswad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gun Club,
Godley & Creme,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swell Maps,
Bauhaus,
Tom Boy,
X-101,
Roxette,
The Happenings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Metal Thangz,
Easy Going,
Connie Case,
Derrick May,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quantec,
Marc Almond,
The Cure,
Loose Ends,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers,
Surgeon,
Crime,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Starr,
Simply Red,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Heaven 17,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unrelated Segments,
Procol Harum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vainqueur,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mission of Burma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brass Construction,
Gerry Rafferty,
CMW,
Alice Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soulsonic Force,
The Techniques,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joey Negro,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.