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 Cape Verde and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Duran Duran to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Wake,
Aural Exciters,
Wire,
Warsaw,
Donald Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drexciya,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sarah Menescal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smoke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hardrive,
Rekid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crash Course in Science,
Loose Ends,
Eric Dolphy,
John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Soft Cell,
The Litter,
The Fortunes,
Adolescents,
Skriet,
Minor Threat,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Hill,
UT,
Brothers Johnson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joey Negro,
The Standells,
Easy Going,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Buzzcocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Magma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Janne Schatter,
Parry Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Duran Duran,
Public Enemy,
Marmalade,
Pulsallama,
The Offenders,
Eve St. Jones,
Suicide,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Colin Newman,
Television,
Arab on Radar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Last Poets,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.