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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Stereo Dub,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Wells,
Warsaw,
The Happenings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slave,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Halsall,
Bluetip,
Lightning Bolt,
Quantec,
FM Einheit,
Idris Muhammad,
Bad Manners,
Sandy B,
Connie Case,
Theoretical Girls,
John Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gichy Dan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Juan Atkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minor Threat,
Fat Boys,
David Bowie,
Depeche Mode,
Qualms,
Joey Negro,
The Human League,
cv313,
Second Layer,
Skarface,
The Leaves,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bauhaus,
Eurythmics,
Swell Maps,
Minutemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crime,
The Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Skriet,
Pulsallama,
Amazonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.