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 Antigua and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Joensuu 1685 to the disco 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
10cc,
FM Einheit,
June of 44,
Jeru the Damaja,
Schoolly D,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bad Manners,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Skriet,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Remains,
The Wake,
Sandy B,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Das Ding,
Archie Shepp,
Theoretical Girls,
June Days,
World's Most,
Tommy Roe,
the Sonics,
KRS-One,
Oneida,
Sonny Sharrock,
Altered Images,
Second Layer,
The Moody Blues,
Barbara Tucker,
Los Fastidios,
The Golliwogs,
Jawbox,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Kerri Chandler,
Ituana,
Guru Guru,
Godley & Creme,
David Axelrod,
Minutemen,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terry Callier,
Angry Samoans,
Thompson Twins,
Gong,
Pantytec,
Pylon,
48th St. Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scientists,
F. McDonald,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Talk Talk,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.