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 Afghanistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 cv313 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
X-102,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tom Boy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harry Pussy,
Idris Muhammad,
Wally Richardson,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonic Youth,
Shoche,
Albert Ayler,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Sherman,
Urselle,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Flag,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Simply Red,
Little Man,
Supertramp,
Maleditus Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultravox,
Tears for Fears,
Excepter,
The Angels of Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
Guru Guru,
Sixth Finger,
Ituana,
Brothers Johnson,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul II Soul,
Cameo,
Television Personalities,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry's Kids,
Drexciya,
the Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Eurythmics,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Eating Sloth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amazonics,
Ken Boothe,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.