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 Switzerland and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moby Grape to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
L. Decosne,
Hashim,
Warsaw,
Marc Almond,
Steve Hackett,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kayak,
The Beau Brummels,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
Rekid,
Black Flag,
Bluetip,
Cecil Taylor,
X-102,
The Searchers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gichy Dan,
The Barracudas,
Morten Harket,
Magma,
World's Most,
Thompson Twins,
The Modern Lovers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sound Behaviour,
Mars,
Kerri Chandler,
Leonard Cohen,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mandrill,
Duran Duran,
Al Stewart,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quantec,
Make Up,
Joy Division,
U.S. Maple,
Subhumans,
Procol Harum,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Pus,
Aaron Thompson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Cameo,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
The Angels of Light,
Television,
Tres Demented,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.