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 Tunisia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bill Near to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
China Crisis,
Alton Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Associates,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bush Tetras,
Von Mondo,
Prince Buster,
Byron Stingily,
John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Aswad,
The Offenders,
Erykah Badu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pagans,
Wire,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minnie Riperton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pierre Henry,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed,
Gabor Szabo,
Lakeside,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Style,
Suicide,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
AZ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mantronix,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxette,
This Heat,
Lalann,
K-Klass,
The Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dirtbombs,
Lightning Bolt,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Order,
Theoretical Girls,
Unwound,
Vainqueur,
Section 25,
Thee Headcoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Terry Callier,
Max Romeo,
Flash Fearless,
X-102,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.