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 Taiwan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Agent Orange to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
KRS-One,
Hoover,
Minor Threat,
The Busters,
X-102,
Vladislav Delay,
Faust,
The Golliwogs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Supertramp,
Ultra Naté,
The Count Five,
Marine Girls,
Sällskapet,
Eurythmics,
The Dirtbombs,
Laurel Aitken,
Glambeats Corp.,
Al Stewart,
FM Einheit,
Pantaleimon,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter & Gordon,
MDC,
Brand Nubian,
Joy Division,
DNA,
John Coltrane,
Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Icehouse,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Five Americans,
Todd Rundgren,
Circle Jerks,
The American Breed,
Jandek,
Clear Light,
Bill Near,
Bobby Sherman,
Skarface,
Warsaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Symarip,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Dolphy,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wings,
Animal Collective,
Siglo XX,
the Human League,
The Smiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mission of Burma,
The Monks,
Audionom,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.