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 Bahamas and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
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 sitar 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 In Retrospect to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Youth Brigade,
The Gories,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Babytalk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Lyres,
Urselle,
Flipper,
Blancmange,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Oneida,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boz Scaggs,
Fear,
Altered Images,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Görl,
Flamin' Groovies,
Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Minor Threat,
Terry Callier,
The Smoke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Loose Ends,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dennis Brown,
Lightning Bolt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faraquet,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
Scrapy,
Deakin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agitation Free,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Axelrod,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mojo Men,
Smog,
Groovy Waters,
Piero Umiliani,
Thompson Twins,
Sex Pistols,
The New Christs,
Sister Nancy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.