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 Georgia and from Lagos.
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 Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Don Cherry to the dance 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Amon Düül,
Kevin Saunderson,
Clear Light,
Talk Talk,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aaron Thompson,
The Slits,
Darondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
LL Cool J,
The Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Bourne,
Inner City,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blackbyrds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rotary Connection,
Scion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cluster,
Accadde A,
Moebius,
Todd Terry,
The Gories,
Rufus Thomas,
Joey Negro,
Bill Wells,
The Angels of Light,
Dark Day,
Skaos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Duran Duran,
The Happenings,
The Vogues,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lyres,
Black Flag,
F. McDonald,
June Days,
Dead Boys,
Deepchord,
The Fall,
Sparks,
Rosa Yemen,
Severed Heads,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stereo Dub,
Radio Birdman,
Bush Tetras,
Black Moon,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.