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 Peru and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Rhythm & Sound to the techno 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Darondo,
kango's stein massive,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül II,
Howard Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Amazonics,
Cymande,
T.S.O.L.,
The Real Kids,
The Index,
T. Rex,
The Stooges,
Rakim,
Second Layer,
Outsiders,
The Leaves,
John Lydon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-101,
Lindisfarne,
Agent Orange,
Anthony Braxton,
Alphaville,
Funky Four + One,
R.M.O.,
Quadrant,
Josef K,
Icehouse,
Godley & Creme,
Excepter,
Marine Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bush Tetras,
Sister Nancy,
Severed Heads,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Pus,
The Standells,
Gastr Del Sol,
Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Lynne,
Neu!,
Essential Logic,
Simply Red,
DJ Sneak,
Liliput,
Cybotron,
The American Breed,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mark Hollis,
Main Source,
The Red Krayola,
Slave,
The Knickerbockers,
Max Romeo,
Chrome,
Don Cherry,
Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.