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 London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 New Age Steppers 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Pulsallama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quando Quango,
FM Einheit,
The Victims,
AZ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Germs,
Intrusion,
Black Moon,
Pere Ubu,
Camouflage,
the Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Second Layer,
The Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wolf Eyes,
Stetsasonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grauzone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Names,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Beau Brummels,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Barry Ungar,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blues Magoos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fluxion,
Trumans Water,
Erykah Badu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oblivians,
Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moody Blues,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nas,
John Lydon,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Hill,
Lungfish,
B.T. Express,
10cc,
Crooked Eye,
JFA,
DJ Style,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.