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 Sweden and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jandek to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Steve Hackett,
David Axelrod,
Animal Collective,
Wally Richardson,
Graham Central Station,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cluster,
The Cure,
Carl Craig,
The United States of America,
Pole,
Main Source,
Barbara Tucker,
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
Stetsasonic,
Mission of Burma,
Liliput,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anakelly,
The Dirtbombs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sam Rivers,
Niagra,
DJ Sneak,
Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dual Sessions,
Minny Pops,
The Sound,
Camouflage,
The Human League,
Ossler,
Soul II Soul,
Slave,
Accadde A,
Icehouse,
The Moody Blues,
Unwound,
Robert Wyatt,
Desert Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T. Rex,
Ornette Coleman,
Flipper,
Infiniti,
MDC,
Sarah Menescal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Intrusion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pylon,
Al Stewart,
R.M.O.,
Skaos,
Radio Birdman,
Ultra Naté,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.