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 Oman and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Soulsonic Force to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Teasers,
Lou Christie,
Vladislav Delay,
Little Man,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
Tropical Tobacco,
June Days,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barrington Levy,
The Residents,
The Mummies,
Inner City,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Martian,
U.S. Maple,
The Skatalites,
Laurel Aitken,
The Modern Lovers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fad Gadget,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deepchord,
Intrusion,
The Busters,
Radiohead,
Moby Grape,
Juan Atkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Howard Jones,
Ice-T,
Sarah Menescal,
Subhumans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barbara Tucker,
This Heat,
Scratch Acid,
In Retrospect,
the Swans,
Masters at Work,
UT,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Surgeon,
Byron Stingily,
Babytalk,
Agent Orange,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonic Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blackbyrds,
Joy Division,
The Litter,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick May,
Soulsonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Minnie Riperton,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.