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 Laos and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Isaac Hayes to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Bang On A Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Leaves,
The Cramps,
The Busters,
MDC,
New York Dolls,
Delta 5,
Franke,
Alphaville,
The Sound,
T. Rex,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quantec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Animal Collective,
Technova,
Ossler,
Josef K,
Rakim,
Scan 7,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Techniques,
Gang Green,
The Moleskins,
Banda Bassotti,
Outsiders,
the Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Minutemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tears for Fears,
Erykah Badu,
Michelle Simonal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agent Orange,
John Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
The Star Department,
Ken Boothe,
The Invisible,
Gerry Rafferty,
Procol Harum,
The Cowsills,
Section 25,
Amazonics,
the Swans,
Gong,
Depeche Mode,
Stereo Dub,
Faust,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.