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 Lesotho and from London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Swell Maps to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Tim Buckley,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Bowie,
Todd Terry,
Unwound,
Sparks,
The Star Department,
Gang Green,
Tres Demented,
The Birthday Party,
The Motions,
Pagans,
Dave Gahan,
Quando Quango,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker,
Ossler,
The Sonics,
The Cowsills,
Pantytec,
Chris & Cosey,
Make Up,
Black Bananas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
The Litter,
Little Man,
Lalann,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skarface,
The Leaves,
The Busters,
Darondo,
The Golliwogs,
Basic Channel,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
John Foxx,
Nick Fraelich,
Moebius,
Hashim,
Camouflage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pierre Henry,
The Music Machine,
Pere Ubu,
The New Christs,
Absolute Body Control,
John Holt,
The Velvet Underground,
Pylon,
Iggy Pop,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.