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 New Zealand and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Loose Ends,
June Days,
DJ Sneak,
Deepchord,
UT,
Soulsonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
The Real Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scrapy,
Zapp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Index,
Bauhaus,
The Birthday Party,
Khruangbin,
Basic Channel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joyce Sims,
Spandau Ballet,
Eve St. Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Infiniti,
The Pop Group,
Joensuu 1685,
Magazine,
The Victims,
The Durutti Column,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Starr,
Popol Vuh,
Minny Pops,
Public Enemy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Grass Roots,
Ken Boothe,
Hot Snakes,
Royal Trux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
10cc,
Swell Maps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harry Pussy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television,
Brick,
The Last Poets,
Darondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radio Birdman,
Sun City Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.