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 Ukraine and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Icehouse to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Public Image Ltd.,
T. Rex,
The Moody Blues,
Los Fastidios,
Rapeman,
Deepchord,
Nik Kershaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sparks,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
Thee Headcoats,
Scientists,
The Birthday Party,
Deadbeat,
Inner City,
Brass Construction,
Soulsonic Force,
Josef K,
Y Pants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blossom Toes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joy Division,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Stooges,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Khruangbin,
Suburban Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Ultra Naté,
Don Cherry,
Moby Grape,
Nirvana,
Carl Craig,
AZ,
The Buckinghams,
The Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
R.M.O.,
kango's stein massive,
Grauzone,
a-ha,
Darondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tommy Roe,
Au Pairs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lightning Bolt,
Hashim,
Sun Ra,
Freddie Wadling,
Amazonics,
Jeff Mills,
Arthur Verocai,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.