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 Liechtenstein and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Al Stewart to the grunge 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Joe Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Victims,
The Dead C,
The Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bob Dylan,
Monolake,
Darondo,
David McCallum,
DJ Style,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q and Not U,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Sneak,
Yellowson,
Trumans Water,
Sister Nancy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scrapy,
H. Thieme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blancmange,
Terry Callier,
Television Personalities,
The Beau Brummels,
Suburban Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry's Kids,
Smog,
Grauzone,
Vladislav Delay,
Erasure,
Ohio Players,
Joyce Sims,
Crooked Eye,
Sound Behaviour,
The Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nas,
Buzzcocks,
the Human League,
Eurythmics,
Surgeon,
Carl Craig,
T.S.O.L.,
Arcadia,
Joy Division,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marine Girls,
Talk Talk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.