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 Tajikistan and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Scott Walker 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Warren Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Trumans Water,
Country Joe & The Fish,
a-ha,
Sixth Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Motorama,
Pantaleimon,
Skriet,
Second Layer,
Archie Shepp,
The Dead C,
Model 500,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Clarke,
Scan 7,
the Germs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funkadelic,
Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Theoretical Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Pierre Henry,
CMW,
Loose Ends,
The Fall,
Jawbox,
Tommy Roe,
Nik Kershaw,
Crime,
The Birthday Party,
Scion,
Henry Cow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Associates,
Anakelly,
Q and Not U,
Eurythmics,
the Bar-Kays,
DNA,
Gang Starr,
Ituana,
Sällskapet,
Eric Copeland,
The Saints,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Massinfluence,
The Detroit Cobras,
David McCallum,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.