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 Andorra and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Eric Copeland to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deepchord,
Porter Ricks,
The Happenings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Golliwogs,
Quando Quango,
The Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Moon,
June of 44,
The Stooges,
Cluster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donald Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Nas,
Alphaville,
David Axelrod,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smoke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drexciya,
Circle Jerks,
Erasure,
The Leaves,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Halsall,
Junior Murvin,
Pantytec,
Accadde A,
Nils Olav,
The Sonics,
Liliput,
The Motions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lakeside,
The Seeds,
Maurizio,
Bluetip,
Bill Wells,
The Associates,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Machine,
John Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultra Naté,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
The Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.