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 Senegal and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Don Cherry to the dance 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ossler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Index,
Erasure,
Brick,
DNA,
Neu!,
Jeff Lynne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alphaville,
Dawn Penn,
UT,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Trojans,
Livin' Joy,
Crime,
EPMD,
The Standells,
Josef K,
Bobby Sherman,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Toasters,
The Young Rascals,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Litter,
Suicide,
Tres Demented,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Wyatt,
Aural Exciters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Drexciya,
Hot Snakes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Au Pairs,
Ronnie Foster,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Mills,
Marvin Gaye,
Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Lyres,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cal Tjader,
Whodini,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Los Fastidios,
Pet Shop Boys,
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.