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 Latvia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Cal Tjader to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
H. Thieme,
Wolf Eyes,
Slick Rick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kas Product,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gories,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Don Cherry,
Black Moon,
MC5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Vogues,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül,
Bill Wells,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
OOIOO,
Alice Coltrane,
Urselle,
The Moody Blues,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy Collins,
Agitation Free,
Unwound,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlback,
Popol Vuh,
Deakin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
John Cale,
UT,
Wire,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Schoolly D,
Scion,
Lower 48,
Aloha Tigers,
Heaven 17,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Panda Bear,
The Blues Magoos,
Hashim,
Black Sheep,
Archie Shepp,
Brick,
cv313,
In Retrospect,
Danielle Patucci,
Bluetip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Organ,
Shuggie Otis,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.