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 Mauritania and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Depeche Mode to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The American Breed,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Near,
Sam Rivers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ken Boothe,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers,
Camberwell Now,
Los Fastidios,
The Litter,
Don Cherry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
48th St. Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Michelle Simonal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angry Samoans,
The Trojans,
Donny Hathaway,
Glenn Branca,
Bang On A Can,
The Busters,
Eddi Front,
R.M.O.,
The Divine Comedy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Axelrod,
Mission of Burma,
Loose Ends,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tommy Roe,
Scion,
10cc,
E-Dancer,
Technova,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moby Grape,
Television,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Fraelich,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bad Manners,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skaos,
Minor Threat,
Bauhaus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed,
Quando Quango,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.