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 Israel and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Robert Palmer 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 Radiohead to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boz Scaggs,
Minnie Riperton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Wyatt,
The Remains,
Young Marble Giants,
Bad Manners,
Sister Nancy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Desert Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonny Sharrock,
Intrusion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios,
Althea and Donna,
The Knickerbockers,
Urselle,
Circle Jerks,
The Star Department,
Magazine,
Surgeon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names,
Zapp,
Joey Negro,
The Moleskins,
Mantronix,
R.M.O.,
Judy Mowatt,
Supertramp,
Black Sheep,
Junior Murvin,
Skriet,
The Modern Lovers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T. Rex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythm & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
PIL,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pulsallama,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Banda Bassotti,
Livin' Joy,
Gabor Szabo,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Hill,
Dennis Brown,
Gong,
Tom Boy,
10cc,
Roxette,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.