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 Suriname and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Motorama to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fugazi,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül II,
AZ,
Khruangbin,
Swell Maps,
Sound Behaviour,
The Vogues,
Eve St. Jones,
Morten Harket,
The Dirtbombs,
Wasted Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
Ronnie Foster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funkadelic,
Tears for Fears,
Visage,
Joensuu 1685,
Angry Samoans,
Grauzone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Certain Ratio,
Don Cherry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Technova,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Average White Band,
JFA,
Suicide,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Danielle Patucci,
Barbara Tucker,
New Age Steppers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Kinks,
The Smoke,
Neil Young,
F. McDonald,
Gabor Szabo,
The Young Rascals,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Halsall,
The Evens,
Fela Kuti,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Hill,
Schoolly D,
The Sonics,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.