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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Quadrant to the disco 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Agitation Free,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun City Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alison Limerick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül II,
Quantec,
Spandau Ballet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scion,
Los Fastidios,
The Durutti Column,
Heaven 17,
DJ Sneak,
The Blackbyrds,
Metal Thangz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pole,
The Tremeloes,
Young Marble Giants,
the Swans,
AZ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Certain Ratio,
Gong,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick May,
The Fall,
Kenny Larkin,
Absolute Body Control,
Thompson Twins,
Henry Cow,
Roxette,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiohead,
KRS-One,
The Grass Roots,
Tim Buckley,
Don Cherry,
Suicide,
The Gories,
Eurythmics,
Khruangbin,
Joyce Sims,
Joey Negro,
Yazoo,
X-102,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stetsasonic,
Godley & Creme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.