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 Albania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Trumans Water,
DNA,
Visage,
Nirvana,
Funky Four + One,
Mission of Burma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Mills,
Kayak,
Swell Maps,
Hot Snakes,
kango's stein massive,
The Stooges,
Pussy Galore,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Walker Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Wolf Eyes,
Smog,
Thompson Twins,
The Techniques,
KRS-One,
Sparks,
Colin Newman,
The Beau Brummels,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun City Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deepchord,
Bronski Beat,
Y Pants,
The Golliwogs,
Slave,
Peter and Kerry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Modern Lovers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reagan Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skaos,
Easy Going,
Zero Boys,
The Barracudas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Au Pairs,
The Pop Group,
Crooked Eye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
PIL,
Alton Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Chris & Cosey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Bananas,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Bar-Kays,
Supertramp,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.