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 Panama and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Star Department to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Albert Ayler,
Pagans,
Eddi Front,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
Mantronix,
Scratch Acid,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül,
Sight & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Wake,
Bill Near,
Circle Jerks,
The Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalann,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Fear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eurythmics,
Second Layer,
Skriet,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultra Naté,
Banda Bassotti,
Barry Ungar,
Fluxion,
Black Moon,
Morten Harket,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warsaw,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Music Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Machine,
Lou Christie,
Althea and Donna,
Neu!,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.