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 Albania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scott Walker to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Don Cherry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Almond,
Skaos,
The New Christs,
Cal Tjader,
In Retrospect,
Chris & Cosey,
Colin Newman,
Yusef Lateef,
Eve St. Jones,
Camberwell Now,
David Bowie,
The Standells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
The Cramps,
The Busters,
Mr. Review,
Brand Nubian,
Michelle Simonal,
Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faust,
Minny Pops,
F. McDonald,
Nico,
Blancmange,
Eric Dolphy,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anakelly,
Gabor Szabo,
Anthony Braxton,
The Happenings,
The Golliwogs,
Sarah Menescal,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
Derrick May,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scientists,
Crooked Eye,
FM Einheit,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Teasers,
Quando Quango,
Joy Division,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wolf Eyes,
Organ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radio Birdman,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blues Magoos,
Dave Gahan,
Television,
U.S. Maple,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.