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 Thailand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Joensuu 1685 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Y Pants,
Howard Jones,
the Association,
Matthew Bourne,
The Standells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Charles Mingus,
Franke,
Monolake,
The Star Department,
Fad Gadget,
Country Teasers,
Khruangbin,
Sound Behaviour,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Style,
The Real Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Rundgren,
Buzzcocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scrapy,
MC5,
Ultra Naté,
Byron Stingily,
Reagan Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Parry Music,
Tears for Fears,
Urselle,
The Cramps,
CMW,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
The American Breed,
The Velvet Underground,
The Angels of Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Surgeon,
DJ Sneak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bronski Beat,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispy Ambulance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pagans,
Con Funk Shun,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Parrish,
Altered Images,
Infiniti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville,
Kayak,
Nirvana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rod Modell,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.