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 United Kingdom and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane 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?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris Corsano,
Faraquet,
The Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brass Construction,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
The Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Althea and Donna,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Finger,
Siglo XX,
Mark Hollis,
Fela Kuti,
Magma,
Letta Mbulu,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agitation Free,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter & Gordon,
the Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Radiopuhelimet,
China Crisis,
Sam Rivers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jandek,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unrelated Segments,
Rotary Connection,
The Offenders,
Q and Not U,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül II,
The Velvet Underground,
Alice Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rosa Yemen,
Flash Fearless,
The Saints,
Josef K,
Half Japanese,
Malaria!,
JFA,
Joey Negro,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Schoolly D,
Blake Baxter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.