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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grime 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Susan Cadogan,
Magma,
Technova,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Almond,
The Evens,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Pus,
Man Parrish,
The United States of America,
Mandrill,
Depeche Mode,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare,
Pantaleimon,
Aaron Thompson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dawn Penn,
Tropical Tobacco,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
Vainqueur,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Raincoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moby Grape,
Fifty Foot Hose,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed,
Pantytec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Supertramp,
Monolake,
Black Moon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mantronix,
Spoonie Gee,
Liliput,
Pagans,
The Golliwogs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris Corsano,
Masters at Work,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
Cameo,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers,
Dark Day,
Ultravox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
Todd Rundgren,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.