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 Czech Republic and from New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Bush Tetras,
The Gap Band,
Rites of Spring,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dual Sessions,
Soul II Soul,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grauzone,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yazoo,
Blossom Toes,
The Busters,
Archie Shepp,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oblivians,
New Age Steppers,
Moebius,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Halsall,
AZ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Japan,
OOIOO,
The Last Poets,
The Cure,
Groovy Waters,
Clear Light,
Mission of Burma,
Freddie Wadling,
Tim Buckley,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alphaville,
Al Stewart,
Skarface,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Bananas,
Sarah Menescal,
Shuggie Otis,
Patti Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sam Rivers,
Henry Cow,
Aaron Thompson,
Blancmange,
Can,
H. Thieme,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.