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 Brunei and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Au Pairs to the grime 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Eric Copeland,
Audionom,
Surgeon,
Barbara Tucker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Urselle,
Bobby Womack,
Boredoms,
Toni Rubio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gories,
Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Sneak,
John Foxx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Clear Light,
Soul II Soul,
Roxette,
Black Moon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television,
DJ Style,
Desert Stars,
The Slackers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Essential Logic,
Flipper,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül II,
Franke,
Wally Richardson,
Con Funk Shun,
The New Christs,
The Mojo Men,
Khruangbin,
Sixth Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Au Pairs,
The Move,
Q and Not U,
Rites of Spring,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rapeman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swans,
Arcadia,
Whodini,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.