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 Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 B.T. Express to the rap 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camberwell Now,
The Saints,
Banda Bassotti,
Joensuu 1685,
The Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
The Red Krayola,
Howard Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cure,
Hasil Adkins,
The Techniques,
Brothers Johnson,
Sugar Minott,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Almond,
Moby Grape,
Half Japanese,
Quantec,
MC5,
Pylon,
John Lydon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang of Four,
Grey Daturas,
David Axelrod,
Radiohead,
Mission of Burma,
Moss Icon,
Gong,
Rekid,
Guru Guru,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pere Ubu,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Near,
Zapp,
Moebius,
Tim Buckley,
Dead Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra,
Byron Stingily,
The Gun Club,
Interpol,
The Sound,
Arab on Radar,
In Retrospect,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.