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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Dorothy Ashby to the crunk 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Sixth Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Curtis Mayfield,
Procol Harum,
Shuggie Otis,
Joy Division,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Second Layer,
The Happenings,
Hoover,
Reagan Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Fluxion,
Barbara Tucker,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gun Club,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mojo Men,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tom Boy,
The Martian,
John Foxx,
Carl Craig,
Yaz,
David McCallum,
Sarah Menescal,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
Sister Nancy,
EPMD,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Chrome,
Supertramp,
The Fugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Prince Buster,
Brick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Green,
Arab on Radar,
Deakin,
Dual Sessions,
Quando Quango,
Slave,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul II Soul,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Leaves,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.