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 Israel and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Heaven 17 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
The Techniques,
Monolake,
Andrew Hill,
Aaron Thompson,
Scratch Acid,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Bush Tetras,
Radiohead,
L. Decosne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
a-ha,
Terry Callier,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The New Christs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Sneak,
Mo-Dettes,
Moebius,
Drexciya,
Erykah Badu,
T. Rex,
Ronnie Foster,
Rakim,
Parry Music,
The Saints,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Clear Light,
Davy DMX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Guru Guru,
Cluster,
D'Angelo,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Althea and Donna,
Barbara Tucker,
Eden Ahbez,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Supertramp,
Niagra,
Bang On A Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Bowie,
Animal Collective,
The Move,
Jeff Mills,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.