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 Eritrea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the punk 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Pagans,
Lakeside,
Grey Daturas,
Jacques Brel,
Index,
Royal Trux,
The Misunderstood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tim Buckley,
Arab on Radar,
Brand Nubian,
Tommy Roe,
Harry Pussy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Germs,
Yusef Lateef,
Drexciya,
Average White Band,
Mark Hollis,
Nils Olav,
Ralphi Rosario,
Procol Harum,
The Black Dice,
Barbara Tucker,
Amazonics,
Quando Quango,
Q and Not U,
DJ Style,
Agent Orange,
The Velvet Underground,
the Human League,
The Motions,
Ludus,
Charles Mingus,
Wasted Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pierre Henry,
The Moleskins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mandrill,
10cc,
Mission of Burma,
Skarface,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Moebius,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Livin' Joy,
Thompson Twins,
The Slackers,
Porter Ricks,
The Leaves,
Soul II Soul,
Josef K,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.