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 Russia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Al Stewart to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxy Music,
Scan 7,
Jawbox,
Boz Scaggs,
JFA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funkadelic,
The Beau Brummels,
A Certain Ratio,
Mr. Review,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Arthur Verocai,
The Misunderstood,
Anthony Braxton,
Laurel Aitken,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Residents,
Joensuu 1685,
The Count Five,
Fela Kuti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Subhumans,
Niagra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crooked Eye,
X-101,
Matthew Bourne,
Whodini,
Magazine,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sound,
Television Personalities,
Black Flag,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Das Ding,
Bauhaus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
The Remains,
Derrick May,
Deepchord,
UT,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Velvet Underground,
CMW,
John Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moleskins,
Sixth Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
June of 44,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.