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 Guatemala and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Names,
Harmonia,
Dual Sessions,
Aloha Tigers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moleskins,
Subhumans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
48th St. Collective,
Vainqueur,
Wire,
Cymande,
The Monochrome Set,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joy Division,
Johnny Clarke,
Carl Craig,
The Gun Club,
The Evens,
Yaz,
Young Marble Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Simply Red,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The American Breed,
Soul II Soul,
Severed Heads,
Alphaville,
Tres Demented,
John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Raincoats,
Interpol,
Suburban Knight,
Lower 48,
Scion,
Ken Boothe,
Ituana,
Warsaw,
Pantaleimon,
F. McDonald,
OOIOO,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crime,
The Trojans,
Ornette Coleman,
Monolake,
The Standells,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.