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 Yemen and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 K-Klass to the electroclash 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jandek,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Scan 7,
Interpol,
Royal Trux,
Metal Thangz,
Cal Tjader,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Boz Scaggs,
Silicon Teens,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fall,
Chris Corsano,
Japan,
The Selecter,
a-ha,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alison Limerick,
The Divine Comedy,
The Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mummies,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Ralphi Rosario,
Negative Approach,
Deepchord,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Vogues,
The Count Five,
The Smiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bush Tetras,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
Talk Talk,
ABC,
the Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arcadia,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moody Blues,
Carl Craig,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
Cluster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun City Girls,
Aswad,
Panda Bear,
Ituana,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.