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 Lebanon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Matthew Halsall to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Max Romeo,
The Pretty Things,
Fear,
Audionom,
Amon Düül,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
Fad Gadget,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Hill,
Television Personalities,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
The Gun Club,
Mary Jane Girls,
Schoolly D,
the Slits,
Eric Copeland,
The Residents,
Bobby Womack,
Chris Corsano,
Cecil Taylor,
U.S. Maple,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABC,
Anthony Braxton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spandau Ballet,
Joensuu 1685,
Warren Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
kango's stein massive,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fall,
Peter and Kerry,
The Neon Judgement,
The Happenings,
Lalann,
Sonic Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Aswad,
Severed Heads,
Peter & Gordon,
Magma,
Los Fastidios,
Sällskapet,
X-101,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Byrd,
Prince Buster,
B.T. Express,
Cluster,
Interpol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Supertramp,
The Alarm Clocks,
R.M.O.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Zeros,
Swell Maps,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.