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 San Marino and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Agent Orange to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eddi Front,
Faust,
Smog,
Reagan Youth,
Monks,
Cybotron,
Sugar Minott,
Das Ding,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Half Japanese,
The Cure,
Trumans Water,
Scan 7,
FM Einheit,
The Wake,
The Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Alton Ellis,
The Techniques,
Agitation Free,
Rotary Connection,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Mission of Burma,
Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oblivians,
Fugazi,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The United States of America,
Gang Starr,
Bad Manners,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
kango's stein massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Davy DMX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reuben Wilson,
Kayak,
Man Parrish,
The Busters,
Grauzone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Five Americans,
In Retrospect,
Leonard Cohen,
Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marvin Gaye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Saccharine Trust,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Modern Lovers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.