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 Laos 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kinks to the crunk 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
Joensuu 1685,
Model 500,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
Eddi Front,
Kayak,
Au Pairs,
Audionom,
Main Source,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sällskapet,
Warren Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
La Düsseldorf,
Anakelly,
Pulsallama,
LL Cool J,
Lebanon Hanover,
Steve Hackett,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blossom Toes,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tim Buckley,
Pantaleimon,
Davy DMX,
The Wake,
Visage,
The Birthday Party,
Joey Negro,
David McCallum,
The Real Kids,
Junior Murvin,
The Monks,
Marine Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Liliput,
Scientists,
Fat Boys,
June Days,
Aloha Tigers,
Carl Craig,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann,
Fatback Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faust,
Kas Product,
Erasure,
The United States of America,
Niagra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Clear Light,
Angry Samoans,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.