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 Brunei and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 The Velvet Underground to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
L. Decosne,
Q and Not U,
Maleditus Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
This Heat,
KRS-One,
Malaria!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jandek,
Tears for Fears,
Erykah Badu,
Mantronix,
Severed Heads,
Flipper,
Janne Schatter,
Black Pus,
Byron Stingily,
The Sonics,
Kayak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magma,
Black Flag,
Skaos,
Bill Near,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Offenders,
Hot Snakes,
10cc,
New York Dolls,
Liliput,
Sällskapet,
The Modern Lovers,
Lungfish,
Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pretty Things,
Soul Sonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül II,
Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donny Hathaway,
Althea and Donna,
Faust,
The Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
The Divine Comedy,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
B.T. Express,
Oneida,
Dennis Brown,
Lalann,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.