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 Maldives and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 The Martian to the jazz 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ituana,
Derrick Morgan,
Metal Thangz,
Los Fastidios,
Alphaville,
The Searchers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scrapy,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young,
Country Teasers,
The Stooges,
Camouflage,
Sarah Menescal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Wyatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Surgeon,
Livin' Joy,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Juan Atkins,
Lungfish,
Marmalade,
Popol Vuh,
Moby Grape,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül,
Prince Buster,
Symarip,
Peter and Kerry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dave Gahan,
The Residents,
UT,
Michelle Simonal,
The Techniques,
Whodini,
Ultravox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glenn Branca,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chrome,
Peter & Gordon,
Yellowson,
Lindisfarne,
Ten City,
The Victims,
New Order,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.