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 Vietnam and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Slits to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Hood,
Man Parrish,
Cybotron,
Albert Ayler,
Intrusion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy Collins,
Dual Sessions,
Marvin Gaye,
Barry Ungar,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiohead,
Moss Icon,
Babytalk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young,
Von Mondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers,
Connie Case,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Names,
Aswad,
Altered Images,
Aaron Thompson,
Absolute Body Control,
Harry Pussy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masters at Work,
Cal Tjader,
The Tremeloes,
Simply Red,
Alison Limerick,
Carl Craig,
Minnie Riperton,
Dave Gahan,
the Bar-Kays,
Sound Behaviour,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül,
The Barracudas,
Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Howard Jones,
The Zeros,
Stereo Dub,
Iggy Pop,
Main Source,
Donald Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Japan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Machine,
Joyce Sims,
a-ha,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.