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 Singapore and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Pop Group to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Pantytec,
Jacques Brel,
K-Klass,
The Knickerbockers,
Masters at Work,
The Slackers,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agitation Free,
Fugazi,
Severed Heads,
Tom Boy,
The Fall,
The Durutti Column,
JFA,
The Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Qualms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cal Tjader,
Bizarre Inc.,
DNA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Prince Buster,
Minutemen,
Massinfluence,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Axelrod,
Scratch Acid,
Desert Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Nirvana,
The Count Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Roxy Music,
Depeche Mode,
The Evens,
Quantec,
Hardrive,
Half Japanese,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slits,
Dennis Brown,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Wyatt,
The Golliwogs,
Warren Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
Section 25,
MC5,
Brand Nubian,
David McCallum,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Hutcherson,
La Düsseldorf,
Scrapy,
Second Layer,
Tears for Fears,
Terry Callier,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.