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 Congo and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
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 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 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 The Victims to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Leaves,
Accadde A,
Graham Central Station,
Lakeside,
Swell Maps,
Hardrive,
Babytalk,
Ronan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick May,
Stereo Dub,
Hasil Adkins,
Half Japanese,
Altered Images,
The Angels of Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rufus Thomas,
Barry Ungar,
New Age Steppers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echospace,
The Techniques,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Vogues,
The Associates,
Urselle,
Henry Cow,
Fat Boys,
UT,
Motorama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Teasers,
Jacob Miller,
Mission of Burma,
Marine Girls,
The Grass Roots,
T. Rex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Young Marble Giants,
Connie Case,
Darondo,
Liliput,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gories,
KRS-One,
Kas Product,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Shadows of Knight,
Y Pants,
Wire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
H. Thieme,
Marvin Gaye,
The American Breed,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.