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 Cameroon 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül 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?
Chrome,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Happenings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Terry,
Television,
The Residents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sister Nancy,
Godley & Creme,
Soul II Soul,
Pierre Henry,
Audionom,
Basic Channel,
Joe Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Howard Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
U.S. Maple,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blackbyrds,
The Associates,
DJ Sneak,
Scrapy,
Public Enemy,
Derrick May,
The Vogues,
Kaleidoscope,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
L. Decosne,
Barry Ungar,
Aloha Tigers,
Faraquet,
Dark Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Selecter,
Bob Dylan,
Ponytail,
Section 25,
Flash Fearless,
The Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Carl Craig,
Danielle Patucci,
Pylon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DNA,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.