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 India and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
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 synthesizer 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 Donny Hathaway to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Saccharine Trust,
Rod Modell,
Boredoms,
The Stooges,
Josef K,
Fugazi,
Wasted Youth,
Sister Nancy,
EPMD,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker,
The Five Americans,
Popol Vuh,
Jacques Brel,
MC5,
Sparks,
Flash Fearless,
Skriet,
Livin' Joy,
Pierre Henry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eddi Front,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crash Course in Science,
Alton Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül,
Pagans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter & Gordon,
Sandy B,
Ohio Players,
Pylon,
The Walker Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Cecil Taylor,
Erykah Badu,
Visage,
Second Layer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
FM Einheit,
Henry Cow,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
8 Eyed Spy,
D'Angelo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warsaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick Morgan,
Fela Kuti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mr. Review,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Eurythmics,
The Slackers,
Bush Tetras,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.