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 Australia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Avey Tare to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Sällskapet,
The Fortunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arcadia,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sex Pistols,
Adolescents,
Negative Approach,
Sun City Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Eden Ahbez,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Terry,
Tom Boy,
Nils Olav,
Niagra,
David Bowie,
Animal Collective,
The Black Dice,
Quando Quango,
Soulsonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Brand Nubian,
The Skatalites,
Trumans Water,
Japan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Piero Umiliani,
10cc,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Almond,
The Busters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moleskins,
The Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Easy Going,
Josef K,
Aaron Thompson,
The Move,
The Cramps,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Talk Talk,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Isaac Hayes,
David McCallum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.